So Much Dark

One winter day, I attended church and had convinced myself that our pastor was wearing two different sock colors on his feet. The sermon must have been not quite up to snuff, because I was staring around at things, instead of listening to what was going on up front. In fact, I became so convinced that I called him after the service to ask. Wow. Does my mind really go to places like that, and become so obsessed? Yeah. Indeed it does. So I got a grumpy response. “No. No I did not wear two different kinds of socks.” I think I woke him from a nap. That’s me, folks, always thinking about fashion, even if it means annoying others.