where was I?

My alarm went off at 7:00 this morning, which means I was out of bed around 8:25--just enough time to get ready for 9:00 church. I ran out the door, a bit apprehensive because today is the day they kick some people out and bring new people in. I don't like change. It's taken me two years to get used to this ward. And now the rumor is that the male/female ratio will now be 1:1. I suppose I should be ecstatic. I'm not. I'm annoyed.

Anyway, out of bed 8:25. Out the door by 8:50. I arrive at the chuch just a few minutes later and notice a sign on the door of our usual chapel announcing a ward that's not mine. So I walk upstairs to the appropriately-named upper chapel--another ward that's not mine. I'll spare you the details that should be between this discovery and the discovery that my ward is not only changing people, we're changing time this week. To 12:30. In the afternoon.

There are few words, and none of them appropriate.

in 20 minutes

three people are going to decide my fate for the next year.

No, it's not the defense.

It's the meeting where they discuss their "serious reservations" regarding the defense.



What the hell was I thinking?