What part of Matris nomen originis
don’t they understand?

Another Monday. Back to work...my cold is mostly behind me (prancing on the lawn at 3:00am in my nightshirt didn’t help - but I don’t think it hurt, either.) so I’m not quite guilty of “presentee-ism.” Oh, well, I took a day off two weeks ago for my dental procedure, so I most likely shouldn’t take a day off until Embot’s wedding...

Maybe its the weather or the fact that I am fueled by cold medications, but I am becoming increasingly irritable and lacking in patience. Last night’s Simpsons episode grated on me. There were funny moments (and we know that Catholics do Rock!) but some of the show was just plain rude. And also a bit disjointed. As much as I enjoy my job, I am praying for patience to deal with the minor irritations. The minor irritations are what get me down. (Large crises can be dealt with appropriately. ) So today I can finish entering the names in the Confirmation register without getting too annoyed with all the people who cannot follow a simple directive like filling out a card with “mother’s maiden name.” Is that so hard? Is it? Then I can move on to the other tasks at hand, including finding altar servers for this week-end’s weddings. And hoping that the ad hoc wedding coordinator that is working on one of the weddings won’t be too dismayed when I can’t find her two altar servers of equal size. And her message also said that I should bear in mind that the bride is a tall girl. What does that mean? She wants tall servers to make her look shorter - or short servers to make her look taller? This is a church, lady, not central casting.

And remember, kids, while I'm gone take your problems to pater. The "only call the church if you are bleeding out of your eyeballs and/or you need to speak with a priest" rules apply until further notice...