138/365 Jesus' Laundry

"What are you doing at this mass?" Jack asked as I passed him in the aisle after the Saturday vigil.

"I had Jesus' laundry," I point at the sacristy. "I'm late this week--I should have had it back yesterday."

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Earlier in the day, I referred to it as such as I carried the basket of clean but unironed whites through the kitchen on the way to the ironing board.

"I have to get this up to church this afternoon," I said to Mike, hurrying by.

"Why? He got a date tonight?"

"4:30, and I'm going to be late."