I found church interesting. Both G and I were confused by the service as it flew from single sheet to single sheet. I gave up when I found I couldn’t follow either the hymns or much of anything else. My brain has obviously taken a flying leap somewhere else.
Zoe did wonderfully even when splashed with water.
I found that I still retained all the responses from the 1928 edition of the book of common prayer. That made me smile quietly.
We came home and took a break. Later cracks in the kitchen got patched while I brought down red pillows and the red quilt. We inch into winter colors here. Later we learned that a beautiful friend in the program, Tiffany, born in 1970, died of a pulmonary embolism. Knocked us over. How ever could that have happened.