The anticipation mounted in our house as we prepared for Jesus and his crew to prepare for their day at our house in the morning (6 am) on Palm Sunday. This included our coffee pot breaking Saturday morning (yes, with a full pot of coffee...yes, it was a mess). My 1st thought was, 'It's a good thing Caro's not here this week. We'll get this taken care of by the time she gets back.' And my 2nd thought was, 'Oh shoot, we need that for Jesus & the apostles tomorrow.' This anticipation is a stark contrast from most years on Palm Sunday when I generally dread it. I just feel stupid parading around a church holding a palm & i never liked the length of the mass (it was long). This year I was so excited. Adding to the anticipation no one seems to know when the time is going to change. Our excuse is that we don't have a TV, but when Beito (sp? a regular at the church) arrived Jess told him how she had problems sleeping the night before because...