So this evening I'm going to sew. Definatly. It must be done. My dress is sitting in the living room draped over my wingback chair, screaming at me "finish me! Hurry! You're running out of time!" And my first finger is sliced open. I'm not sure how it happened....but I looked up after cutting up some strawberry glace pie and my finger had a long diagonal line running down it. Oh yes. Hurts like crazy. Try writing without your first finger. yeah. Then try opening doors, turning on your car, signing a reciept....yeah. Its been a blast. Its stopped throbbing, so now it must go back into use. Healed or not. yes.

I saw my rector today. While we were rehearsing. They were having a bike race in Saledo and as we came back from lunch, here comes the rector of my church walking towards me in bike shorts sweating up a storm. That was interested. I've never seen her without a clerical collar on. She did recognise me after a bit -- of course she wasn't planning on seeing me there either. Then Mrs. Dr. VC stopped her to tell her about some friends of hers that had been going to St. Albans for years without ever being approached by a rector. Seems that Janne's going to search them out. yay!

Alright, I'm off to sew! Think happy thoughts in my direction. Where's the neosporin and a bandaid?