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No, not a good morning. In fact, a grotesquely painful one. I couldn't even consider eating breakfast. But, in order to take my supplements and painkillers, I drank a Frappuccino, half a glass of mango & orange juice, and swallowed a small square of carrot cake. But I so felt like cancelling my rides and staying home in bed. It was colder than yesterday, I was in acute distress, so logically I should have stayed home. To top things off, my vision was crap, with spidery white font laughing in my face. Eveb now, it's a sickly key lime colour against a background so snowy, the black looks like dark forest green.
But I went. And thoroughly enjoyed the service whose readings and lesson focused on the Songs of Solomon. I went up to give the Assistant Pastor a hug before the service for tonight - when we would be holding a special Vigil for the 8 men who'd been murdered. When I got home, I started writing immediately. As there was no webcast available yet, I had to skip most of the music and posted it in a timely fashion. Then I took a break, watching last night's SNL.
After that, it was a few minutes before 7. The Ass't Pastor told me they would try to webcast it, but there would be national broadcasters there as well. I took a chance and clicked on the church link. Oh, relief. There was pre-service music. Jeff had invited an imam, a native rep, other leaders from the middle eastern and south Asian communities that had been especially affected. When Jeff spoke of the eight murdered men, he used the present tense and it was so moving. Church-John was there and a number of people I knew.
Only after the service had ended did I prepare dinner (aka uneaten brekkie) accompanied by a small glass of red wine. Bow I'm just trying to warm up so I can go to bed. All together now, siiiigh.
But I went. And thoroughly enjoyed the service whose readings and lesson focused on the Songs of Solomon. I went up to give the Assistant Pastor a hug before the service for tonight - when we would be holding a special Vigil for the 8 men who'd been murdered. When I got home, I started writing immediately. As there was no webcast available yet, I had to skip most of the music and posted it in a timely fashion. Then I took a break, watching last night's SNL.
After that, it was a few minutes before 7. The Ass't Pastor told me they would try to webcast it, but there would be national broadcasters there as well. I took a chance and clicked on the church link. Oh, relief. There was pre-service music. Jeff had invited an imam, a native rep, other leaders from the middle eastern and south Asian communities that had been especially affected. When Jeff spoke of the eight murdered men, he used the present tense and it was so moving. Church-John was there and a number of people I knew.
Only after the service had ended did I prepare dinner (aka uneaten brekkie) accompanied by a small glass of red wine. Bow I'm just trying to warm up so I can go to bed. All together now, siiiigh.
