Bottom of the Ninth
Well, not quite, but it was late and I wanted to get home when I stopped for a newspaper. Since I don't get the paper delivered anymore, I only buy the Sunday paper and read the rest online.
Today I was out and about all day and felt it would be foolish to get a paper that I probably wouldn't have time to read today nor during the upcoming week. Still, something told me to get a paper, knowing I'd have little time to read it.
As it turns out, an article I wrote that was slated for the following week ran today.
Ah, the wisdom of listening to that little God-given voice, even when it seems like human reason should drown it out.
Root, Root, Root for Three Home Teams