And there are Sundays.
So much to say. So little energy. Almost baptized a baby with grape juice (I'm glad we checked out the pitcher first), a classic kid-moment during a baptism that was UBER embarassing for Mom (so embarassing I can't even blog it), Senior Pastor melted part of his robe during communion -- I pinched out the smoldering hole and he didn't notice.
We have Extreme Spring Break Camp!!! (not my exclamation points) tomorrow. I'm going to mix the sound -- something I've not done in a long time.
Oh, and I'm editing a book.