A couple of weeks ago, we taught a new song on Sunday morning. Everyone loved it. It was called "everyone". So I guess you could say that everyone loved everyone. And why not? It's a great song.
So yesterday, when I announced in the Sunday morning service that we had learned a new song recently ... thereby implying that we were going to sing it again ... every face in the congregation lit up excitedly.
Until I drew a complete blank. How does this song go? I have no idea. Wait for it ... wait for it ... nope. Nothing. Hooray for Spike who hit the first chord and then whisper-sang the opening bit. Oh right, that's how it goes! Phew. Moment of anxiety averted.
Last week I and all my classmates handed in a paper worth 15% of our final mark. Today, our TA made some vague remarks about people having missed the finer details of what was really being looked for. Vague enough to leave us all wondering if we had just lost 15% of our final mark. The prof attempted to offer some comfort by saying we shouldn't worry about it too much if we hadn't done well. You know me - I don't comprehend that sentence.
Of course, we don't actually get the papers back for at least another week. So until they are returned, we get to happily consider everything we may have done wrong. Excellent.
And finally ... you need to know that Mondays are my day off. Meaning, they are my days to catch up on reading, studying and sermon prep. Which I do in my jammies. Because it's my day off. But this semester, I have a class on Monday afternoons. Seems appropriate to be fully dressed for it.
So at 3:30 this afternoon, I put on some perfectly acceptable socks (and other clothing, but that's not part of the story), hopped on the bus and went to class. Where I did not forget any songs in front of a crowd. But where I did hear that I may have entirely missed the point of an assignment that I was feeling pretty good about. When I got home and took my shoes off, I discovered that I had blown out the big toe on BOTH of my socks, in that less-than-two-hour time period. Spike says I must have anxiety-induced toe-twitching.
And that's the worst moment of all.