Yes, I know the date above this post says "Monday," but trust me, it still feels like Sunday since I am typing this at just after midnight. Advent always goes so fast, and it's at about this point in the season that I think, "Boy, I wish I'd thought to....." with about four different things I'd have liked to read or pray or whatever. Instead, I started this last week of the first liturgical season of the year with a desire to inflict physical harm on five fellow parishioners.
I hope to use this last week a little more effectively, such as in keeping myself away from all objects at Mass that might allow me to bludgeon someone from behind. Please hide the hymnals from me.
I know it's just hair, but I still might cry. - I was wandering Target last night (a perfectly acceptable Friday night activity) when Annie sent me a text. It was a brief conversation: [image: photo f93ab...
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