I woke this morning at a self-congratulatory 6:30, delighted that I had gotten some extra sleep in the morning hours, and only somewhat chagrined when Radio 4 reminded me that it’s now British Summer Time, and I had lost the hour of sleep I had imagined I’d harvested. Got up slowly and ran, a decent pace apart from several pauses to rest body parts that spontaneously decided they wanted not to cooperate.
I remembered that I needed to print the tones for the Preface, and to find and print the Collect, and I printed some prayer cards for the Wholeness & Healing service (though Susan found the ones we had missed last week in a second, separate folder from the one with the orders of service). I was heading up to shower and dress at 8:45 when Margaret stopped me and asked what time it was. I estimated ‘between 8:30 and 9:00’, right on target to leave for church at 9:30 to do some vestry errands before the service. Margaret, just awake herself, answered ‘Cos my phone says it’s 9:45. I must have set it ahead, or maybe it didn’t…’ She didn’t need to continue — I realised that I had been looking at the clock radio to watch the time, and the clock radio doesn’t ahve an auto-update for time changes. It really was 9:45, and I was already 15 minutes behind schedule.
In a whirlwind of activity, I completed my dressing, gathered up my Sunday bag of service books, cincture, and various other impedimenta, and got to church in good time. The service went well, Margaret and I returned exhausted, and now I’m doing odds and ends in preparation for tonight’s Sacred Concert. My job will be to welcome people, offer a wee prayer, and introduce our organist; then after the performance, to greet the audience again, remind them that we’ll host a concert of and for young organists Saturday evening. And return home, weary and hungry and ready to start over tomorrow morning.