This is weird.
Sitting at my desk writing a sermon has my body and the back of my mind 100% convinced that it’s Saturday night, and after 11 at that.
But it’s not.
It’s Friday, isn’t it?
Sitting at my desk writing a sermon has my body and the back of my mind 100% convinced that it’s Saturday night, and after 11 at that.
But it’s not.
It’s Friday, isn’t it?