Sunday Night
This weekend wore me out. I'm now utterly exhausted, which I suppose to be expected after a weekend like this. Among lots of other things I did this weekend, I baby-sat last night for four kids who were wild terrors, but that I'm sure are usually pretty good kids. It was totally worth it though, for how much their family paid me. And of course I went to church this morning where Canon Robin gave yet another amazing sermon. I almost wish I could get the schedule of when she's preaching and plan my vacations around that. Her's and Canon Diana's are always really good. Church always makes me really happy, or well, maybe not happy, but makes me feel better about life, the universe and everything....

Monday Night
I was apparently so worn out from the weekend that I slept through my alarm, which goes off every nine minutes for an hour (well, fine, 54 minutes) unless I specifically turn it off. I know that I hit snooze once, because I have to open my phone to turn off the alarm and I didn't do that. At any rate I slept through all of my first class, and enough of my second that I decided it wasn't really worth it to go. I also woke up feeling as if I should go to a church service. So I did. It was a good service, and apparently today was St. Columba day. He was the guy that introduced most of Britain and Ireland to Christianity. It's also amazing how much less time Rite 2 takes if you leave out the Gloria, one lesson, the Nicene Creed, and the Eucharistic Prayer (but not the Eucharist), and don't sing any hymns. I also have plans to go to evening prayer tomorrow at my friend's Episcopal church, so it will be a church filled week, which really, can't be a bad thing. It makes me miss private school, and having chapel every morning.