To say that yesterday was wierd, is an understatement. But today I pulled on my big girl panties, and things are better.

To answer a few burning questions:

This is how you punt no loaf to break, no juice to pour:

"Just as this bread has already been broken for you, on the night of his arrest, our Savior took bread..." Said while holding a visible palmful of bread cubes.

"In the same manner, after supper he took the cup..." Said while pouring a teeny tiny single-serving cup of grape juice into the chalice in a very dramatic, Blues Clues sort of way, to make them think it is a lot more juice being poured.

This is what you say to the elder who screwed up: "Is everything okay? I was worried that someone in your house was sick or something bad had happened when I saw that communion was running late. No? Oh, I'm glad everything is fine. Just an off morning, hm?"

The church pays me just fine, for a church. It's not an insignificant amount, which is what makes it all the more important. It's a bigger chunk of the family budget than most church people think. The treasurer can hardly ever remember to write me checks is all. He and his wife are both business owners. She owns a very successful advertising firm, and he owns a construction company. They don't have to wait for someone to write them a paycheck before they can pay the mortgage, because there is no mortgage. (They're my age.)

What's up with the Office Administrator? She has been very cranky with me ever since I started actually taking the time off that is coming to me. In the eight months straight I worked with only three vacation days, she was happy as a clam. Now that I'm working a healthier schedule, with actual vacation and study leave, she's pissed. You do the emotional math.

That musician: was she smoking crack yesterday? Meh, so she mispronounced. I misspell crap all the time, which I'm sure annoys readers of this blog. She gets a one time pass.