To One It's Monday to Another It's Wednesday

Time goes so fast at times that I do not always remember what day it is. I get so busy trying to get my work done that I forget if it's Monday or Friday.

It is a good thing I am getting older because I have a built-in excuse for forgetting what day it is.

Recently, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I spent some time in St. Augustine for some vacation days. We don't often get to have vacation days, but when we do, we try to enjoy it.

Just down a few blocks from our motel is a place we love dinning. It's called the Village Inn. What I like about this restaurant is that on Wednesdays they always have free pie with anything you order even if it's just coffee.

Free is always a good thing with me. I know that nothing is free, but sometimes it is.

Anybody who knows me knows that I do not take many things seriously. I enjoyed being around people who are very seriously minded because I can get away with a lot of jokes with them. Some things are to be serious, but those are rather few in my book.

Even at my age, I love to have fun.

It was a Monday on our vacation that we went down to have lunch at the Village Inn.

Someone once asked me what my favorite pie was, and I gave them an answer that my uncle always gave, "The one I'm eating at the time." And this restaurant has very delicious pies.