On Speaking Too Soon

 "It's been one of those days," said a friend of mine early last week.   "It's Tuesday and it's felt like Thursday all day."

"Ah," sez I.  "You should pray the Daily Office, or at least part of it.  Then you'd always know what day it was."

Right.  And the fates, whom it isn't good to tempt, or the Good Lord, Who doesn't like smug responses, proposed a little humility for me.  And so for the second time this month I have prayed the wrong office. 

Fortunately the Lord is merciful and only I know about it.  Well, and you, of course.  But I can trust you.