I had a dream last night. I dreamed I was leading Pouring out of Beakers, but I had lost the order of service. And I was supposed to be preaching, but I didn't have a sermon. And I didn't have the readings, but Burton Dasset was supposed to be reading. And he kept looking at me, asking what the reading was, but I couldn't remember. So I gave him the Little Book of Calm, but he asked me what page. And I didn't know.
I guess that's just me?