I have had a certain dream many times over the years. Of course, it might lean towards being a nightmare if it does not come true. The dream is that one day in the week; I can have everything go my way. The nightmare part of that dream is that it never tells me which day everything will go my way. One morning I told the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage about my dream to see if she could give me any advice. “Don’t you remember,” my wife said, “that day was three years ago? You already had that day when everything goes your way.” That was as specific as she would get. She never would tell me which day it was that everything went my way. I am just a little bit suspicious about all of that. If I had a day where everything went my way, I certainly would have remembered it.
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