Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint John Vianney. He's the patron saint of priests.
Yesterday nothing happened. Yawn.
This morning it's raining but I think it's gonna quit soon. So after we finish our obligatory hour of trying to issue vague and nebulous commands to our imaginary sky fairy, it'll be okay to do the Coffee Hour on the church front lawn.
Father D is out of town on some mystic quest, so Father B has gotta do the Iron Priest Triathlon. I'm sure he can rely on the kind intercession of Saint John Vianney to get him through the ordeal.
Happy Mystic Incantations!
Signs of life