Saturday, April 22:We got up early with no trouble and packed up, put on our uniforms and drove straight to the Blessing of the Festival at St. John Fisher (a very modern Catholic Church in SW Portland), where Archbishop Alexander Sample became the first Catholic archbishop ever to bless the festival. (It's a pretty big deal to get an archbishop to ( Read more... )

If this complicated and detailed thing actually WORKS, then I have Marilyn to thank, really. We were discussing this as we drove to the beach on Saturday -- and today I tried to put it into practice ( Read more... )

I just really feel like I need to get on top of things here at home. Work is one thing, but I feel a bit buried at home ( Read more... )

I was up most of the night with Henry. I don't know whether or not it's a good sign, but he just couldn't seem to sleep and kept howling to wake me up to keep him company. I have to say that I really didn't have any sense that he was in pain, just to be clear. He seemed remarkably perky, actually ( Read more... )

Apparently the earache and sore throat (and coughing) are me fighting a cold. It's not horrible, but Marilyn has decided I can't go tomorrow to our Staff retreat. I've asked her a couple of times to reconsider, but she said no. Actually, it's okay with me ( Read more... )