Some of the palms...
at our parish looked like they had mold or some sort of fungus. Maybe I'm paranoid. Nobody complained so I think everything is OK. (This is one of the downsides of working in a church. The times that should be the holiest and most prayerful are also those which I now view as a "problem to be solved.")
Palm Sunday was OK. I made all the two-sided song sheets for the gym and auditorium Masses without the copier breaking down or catching fire. (it was smelling a little hot there at the end...) More details followed up on.

I should make more preparations for home. We're not putting up the ceramic bunny village for the same reason we didn't do the Christmas village. Rick's foundation has not found a new warehouse and we are warehousing a lot of computer stuff in our living room and family room. I'm lucky to get close to the hutch at all, let alone polish it up and put around little bunny houses and paper grass. When this gets me down, I remember to think of one of the moms I saw on Trading Spouses or some show of that ilk. This mom's new family made a living bottling deer urine as a hunting attractant. Every time I trip on computer components, all I have to do is say, "It could be deer urine." There was the moment earlier today when Scrappy appeared to have marked his territory on a tower. No one else was particularly concerned, since it had a Post-It on it that said, "DOESN'T WORK." But "DOESN'T WORK" isn't the same as wiz on me. And for all its beautiful fragrance, the Crabtree & Evelyn Spring Rain room spray that Bridget gave me for Christmas is not a lot of help. As the label says, "Lightly mist the air to enhance your home environment." What would be more helpful would be some of the heavy duty cleaners that were highlighted in my weekly email from the McMurray Hatchery. Reading that email made my somewhat more disinclined to fight for my right to poultry. If next week's shows chickens instead of fly paper and disinfectant, it will be chicken love all over again.

I'm wondering if the former Miss Illinois didn't make it on The Bachelor. I think I hear the sound of inebriated Schaddenfreude eminating across the yard. These are the moments when I really miss the 'unnecessary' music that I gave up for Lent. And, though I do have my C&E vaporisateur d'ambiance close at hand, I would prefer to keep the window open. There must be a lingering Scrappy spot somewhere upstairs, and I may get the vapors if I close the window.