Tuesday bruise day

Tuesdays are my Mondays.  They are definitely not my I-don't-have-to-run-day.  The day started out with me racing to St. Willy's to make it in time for the pre-Mass Confession.  Tuesdays are the day that I serve at Mass, so I had to get a clean slate.  The fuel tank was on E but just barely below the hash and there's a gas station just a couple blocks away just in case I did run out.  But I didn't beat the clock.  Thankfully the priest at the Mass I served at was early and I got that clean slate.  Work, work, work and then straight from work to home to YMCA with Teresa and then from Y to getting Teresa to zzzzzzzzz's.  Garbage night.  Dishes and now blog.  My wife is still nesting.  And as I write these words, she has added a baker's dozen to my list of things to do.  TGIW... almost.