Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho...
off to work I go. Sunday morning is not my usual time in the rectory. But the Sunday girl needed to switch and I needed the hours, so there you go. This may be a blessing in disguise. I'll be missing Mass with Rick and the kids. But at the 7:30am Mass it is highly unlikely that I'll run into the Chatty Kathy sisters who talk, and talk, and talk... Maybe it's for the best. This week I think I could be moved to sit down next to them and tell them in my most charitable tones that they are rude and disrespectful. Or I could employ the pidgin sign language that we use in the lunchroom at school - an assortment of mouth covering and lip zipping to convey silence when yelling "BE QUIET" is not be feasible.