Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child has to work for a living,
But a child that's been born on the Sabbath day
Is fair and wise and good and gay.

---Tuesday, 6:15 am---

Calvin woke up and rolled over. Oh, good. A Tuesday. Joy. These were the times it seemed school
hadn't really been so bad. Things were always so much fun, everything seemed like an adventure. So
much for that! Still, though, his job wasn't so bad, was it? He loved his job! And he was really
helping people. He sighed and clambered out of the cot.

Calvin walked slowly down the hall and drew himself a bath. He made his way to the kitchen and made
himself a cup of coffee and a plain bagel. Saying grace, he dug in.

He looked up at the clock. He still had over an hour before he would go to work. If you could call
it that. He stopped to think about his life, and smiled broadly. Everything had been working out.
Right from the point he answered the call, his life had been going perfectly! Oh, sure, life in the
priesthood could be dull once in awhile, but it certainly had it's perks!

He looked over to his bookshelf, and, for the third time this week, he began to flip the pages of
his photo album. Here he was, just having graduated high school. Susan was holding his hand here,
and there they were again, and again, celebrating their release from what now seemed like a
vacation. He once again felt that sense of loss so commonly associated with priests. What if he
hadn't joined the church? could they still be together? Wishful thinking, of course. And anyway,
what would he have ever done, had he not come to St. Francis of Assisi parish? He loved these
people. But... It was just so dull! He never really did appreciate school, and the excitement it
brought, he thought, flipping back page by page. Here he was, twelve years old, on one of those
camping trips he always used to hate. If only he could spend more time with his family like that...
Oh, well... he was in the service of the lord. The entire world was his family! Of course, he'd
visit his parents now and again, and his little sister, too. She'd gotten into Penn State college
the las time he'd seen her... And right here, in his hand, was a picture of her on Halloween when
he was eleven and she four. She had been so cute when she was young. Of course, they didn't always
get along, but they still loved each other. He flipped back another page or two. Her, he was six,
sledding with ihis old stuffed tiger, Hobbes. He smiled again, remembering the wild adventures he'd
make up with his friend.

He glanced at the clock. 7:45. Time to get going. He sighed and put the book down, then went back
to his bedroom and picked up the box of donated clothes and toys his parents had sent him. He
carried it to the church and began his sermon, proclaiming the glory of God, and his love for all
things. He led a happy, peaceful life, and all had been going well. Everything was better than he
could have hoped, despite his constants "What if"s and "Maybe"s.

Inside the box, Hobbes was smiling at his friend.