I feel like I’m breaking the 2nd Commandment. I was getting ready to go to my weekly Holy Hour, certainly one of the highlights of my week (somewhere around Tuesday I start thinking “Is it Thursday evening yet?”), and especially to cap off this day of Prayer and Penance (and for me, blogging in lieu of Marching).
Well, I couldn’t find the keys to the mini-van. So I got the key to my Chevy Express, and it just wouldn’t start–period. Not even “gun.” Hopefully, the battery’s just dead, and I’ll jump it in the morning. But I didn’t make it to adoration, and I feel guilty.