You know, I left the house this morning, really late. As a choir member, I’m supposed to be there, suited up in my penguin duds and ready to go about 15 minutes to 10am. This fact is unchanging except for Summer Time, when we meet earlier and the other parish we’re yoked with meets later, since they have some kind of air conditioning and we don’t. For some reason, I choose to forget this fact every week until about 940am or later, and have to rush around finding socks and purse and choosing something to wear that won’t make other…