I arrived at my 7 a.m. meeting, wearing my sweater inside out. The wifi was down at church. The printer was jammed. The school nurse called; my daughter came home sick. The church credit card denied. The only person with the combination to the safe where we keep the church’s other card is out of town. The network at the college denied my password. The projector bulb in the lecture hall is burned out. A mosquito bit the back of my leg in three places in the time it took for me to read three verses of the Book of Isaiah where I was turning to try to get my bearings again.
It was terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Or not.
