I was very productive on my off day and made a potato salad and then a chocolate chip banana bread for a parish potluck tomorrow night. Unfortunately, I sampled some of the banana bread and it has set me off into yet another gallbladder attack, but I have been walking around the apartment to try to alleviate some of my problems (it is much worse if I lie down). Around the living room table, around the dining room table, through the kitchen, into the bedroom, around the bed, and back to the living room again. Sigh. Add two Tylenol and hope it isn't a very long night.
I made the mistake of checking my work email on my day off (expecting a much different message than the one I received) and ended up having a lengthy phone conversation with a disgruntled educator. The return of the Hebrews debacle. Suffice it to say I will be speaking with the boss this week and suggesting I do a Communion service to appease everyone next time. Somehow I think the suggestion will go over like a lead balloon, but the only other choice I see is to change our scheduling and recant our position. Should be a very interesting, obviously closed door meeting.
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