The first type almost invariably marry the second type. This was most noticeable on Christmas Eve going home from Grandma and Grandpa's house. Dad and I would be sitting in the car with the engine running because we all agreed it was time to go home and Mom was inside for a good extra half hour/45 minutes "saying goodbye."
Yes, I am of the first category. I didn't think so until our new priest came to stay with us.
Still, I could convince myself that others just didn't get the value of time. But then I received a sign that maybe I was going a little overboard. Next to the door where we enter the sanctuary for daily Mass, there is a clock that ticks down the seconds until the bells are going to ring. I usually have us line up after prayer and watch the clock, ticking down the seconds like New Years Eve in order to start Mass.
It hit me that perhaps I am a little overboard when this past week, during the marking of the seconds, one of the servers broke out in . . .