Man, it don’t get no better than this. In spite of the downpour today (or perhaps because of), it’s turned out to be one, nice Sunday.
We sang our Christmas cantata in church today, and we made it through alive. Somebody said, “Well, I didn’t see anybody get up and leave!” To which I replied, “They just didn’t want to go back out into the rain.” Seriously, it wasn’t that bad, considering we’re a group of about 20 volunteers trying to muddle through Buxtehude on about 10 total hours of practice.
The rest of the day has been devoted to our own pursuits. Yet, somehow, it feels very family-ish buttoned up in our home. Whiny’s spent the afternoon watching the History Channel. Pepperkat’s catching up with her friends on IM. I blasted Nazis and other scum (i.e., Sgt. Grump) in MOHAA. And Mrs. R is spending the afternoon baking cookies (which are completely off the diet, but so the hell what?). The smells coming from the kitchen just add to the Christmas-y feel.
Lazy, rainy Sundays rule.
Just who blasted who? I notice that you did a “Sir Robin” and left the game rather quickly…
I don’t think I’ve ever tackled ole Buxe. Our Choir Jubilee was cancelled today on account of the second snow storm in a week. We were disappointed, but I think we’re going to rework worship next Sunday to incorporate the music.
Glad you survived… 🙂
Lazy snowy Sundays are better. :p
Awww, don’t go picking on Sgt. Grump. He’s ok if you make him wash…and put a hat on him…and shovel a path through the books…and make him stop with the puns…and…
Ok, ok, I’m deluding myself.