Last week I was going along just fine. Things were being accomplished and I was rather enjoying myself. Dutifully, I was checking off item after item on my "to-do-list." I love it when a plan comes together. Just at the height of my exuberance, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage stopped me dead in my tracks with a question.

She is quite famous, or is it infamous, for pulling these kinds of things on Yours Truly. She has a question for just about every event. Most of her questions are beyond answering, at least for me.

For example, when we are traveling she will wait for the proper moment and then pose this question. "Do you know where you're going?"