I had about a half-hour last night before rehearsing with one of the Easter Vigil cantors. A good time to pray, I thought. Opened the Bible and settled onto the couch in one of the rooms off the student lounge.
A bit later, I felt a buzz in my pocket–a text message asking where I was. I was startled to find I had missed the meeting by twenty minutes.
I apologized to Theresa for falling asleep and she had the perfect rejoinder:
So you could not keep watch with me for one hour?