The Phos Hilaron turns out to not be that funny
Oh, happy day! I have found a place that sells 2-liter bottles of diet cream soda! On sale, even! I drank an entire bottle in a span of time so short I cannot even admit to it. My bladder was not happy. I was going to the bathroom so often, I would have thought I was coming down with diabetes if I didn't already have it.
This Sunday I learned how to be an acolyte at Evensong! Here is what you do, amid chanting psalms and prayers: process in carrying a candle; light the fifty billion candles on the altar and the candle tree; hand the officiant the thurible to cense the altar and take it back when she is done; process out carrying a candle. Gee, do you think we are just the tiniest bit high church up in here? ^_^
I got distracted on the bus ride home and completely missed my stop. I got off and had no freaking clue where I was. I recognized the coffee shop on the corner as Someplace We Have Driven Past, but I didn't know how far it was from where I needed to be. God bless the Metro Transit hotline and the final thirty seconds of battery life I wrung from my dying phone, which assured me a bus would be along the opposite way very soon. So I waited and rode that back. Turns out I was just three blocks too far, but I'm glad I didn't try to walk it -- it was dark and it was cold and it was slippery in spots and let's face it, even in optimal conditions I can get myself lost while walking in a straight line.
This Sunday I learned how to be an acolyte at Evensong! Here is what you do, amid chanting psalms and prayers: process in carrying a candle; light the fifty billion candles on the altar and the candle tree; hand the officiant the thurible to cense the altar and take it back when she is done; process out carrying a candle. Gee, do you think we are just the tiniest bit high church up in here? ^_^
I got distracted on the bus ride home and completely missed my stop. I got off and had no freaking clue where I was. I recognized the coffee shop on the corner as Someplace We Have Driven Past, but I didn't know how far it was from where I needed to be. God bless the Metro Transit hotline and the final thirty seconds of battery life I wrung from my dying phone, which assured me a bus would be along the opposite way very soon. So I waited and rode that back. Turns out I was just three blocks too far, but I'm glad I didn't try to walk it -- it was dark and it was cold and it was slippery in spots and let's face it, even in optimal conditions I can get myself lost while walking in a straight line.