Tomorrow it’s our ward’s turn to clean the church building, and I won’t be there.
I had intended to go. It’s on my calendar to go. But last night, as my husband and I were figuring out plans for the weekend, I realized that he has a music rehearsal in the morning, so I’m the driver on tap for carpooling to skating practice.
I won’t be cleaning the church tomorrow, but I can probably tell you exactly who will be — which ward members have thoughtfully prearranged their schedules so they’re not caught unaware like I was.