Up early this morning because I'd been asked to come and open today's meeting of City Council with prayer. (The World's Best Secretary suggested I look around at the alderpersons, say, "Oh, God help us all:" and sit down. I resisted the temptation!)
Downtown half an hour too early for anything, stopped at Denny's and took on ballast for the task ahead of me.
I didn't fall down the steps nor did anyone offer me violence -- sat with the City Chaplain through the protocol items at the beginning of the meeting and then skibbled back here to MHU to confer with people who want to shoot a television episode for a Major Network here (it's those Gothic arches, get'em every time)...we are considering it...they are considering it. Our unworthy hope is that mucho dinero will result. It's about those BOILERS...
I have hours of work to do in baptismal prep and wedding paperwork, and had best get at it.
Despite my onerous Civic Responsibilities (wrist to brow) I had time for a little more scissor-work with the Taffeta Cat this morning, left her reclining at the top of the stairs, arranging her comb-overs, or lick-overs.
And tonight Daughter Unit and I tackle another mare's-nest of clutter in the Ancestral Abode!