In a Good Friday miracle, tech support removed the virus from my computer, one they had "never seen before", which makes me feel nice and exotic, and I actually accomplished the un-accomplishable - there is a bulletin, a set of readings, a set of reader's lecturn pages, a music insert and 50 new Eucharistic Service Booklets ready for Sunday.
I feel so dang productive I bet I smell like Old Spice. And since my volunteer-slash-replacement who was supposed to come in for training tonight bailed on me, I'm going to attend evening prayer, and go home and make baked spaghetti and cuddle my family and think about how lucky I am that we three are all together in this.
And then I'm going to go to bed and wake up tomorrow and come back here to work while I wait in breathless expectation. For on Sunday, you know, he rose again. For me, and for you, too. How crazy is that?
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