Whining, glassy-eyed and bewildered
Here are photographs of the transformation at St. Mark's in Hazard!
I feel as though the days to Ordination are in reverse proportion to the energy, time and talent I have to prepare for the service. One of my comrades, trying to be supportive, said, "Gosh, how are you doing this without a secretary?"
You will be glad to know I did not hit him.
I have not even had time to ask all of the people I want to ask to do things; there is likely to be sparse music, and I am such a techno-idiot that the bulletin seems insurmountable at this moment. I cannot type or select music while driving. When I am home, despite living with incomparable men, there is so much home stuff that demands attention and we are literally wallowing in debris.
Anybody got an extra fairy godmother or patron saint of the incompetent to share?
Or extra kleenex? Maybe I will just sob in the shower and save another task.
Here endeth the whining. Thanks for listening!
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