Sunday morning...8 am....I was still in my jammies, enjoying quiet time with the Lord. There was a knock on my apartment door, my landlord was calling out my name. So, I answered the door, not knowing that she had a man with her to repair the leak in the bathtub faucet. Ok...so come on in and fix the faucet.
30 minutes later the leak was repaired.
8am on a Sunday morning...really? I had mentioned to my landlord that the leak was getting worse about a month ago...I had completely forgotten about it. Evidently, she hadn't forgotten.
It makes me smile...always an adventure...