my lament of yesterday having ended and my verve having returned with a vengance, i began a rewiring of the church lights this morning after Mass. some einstein wired the spotlight which shines on the pulpit above a ceiling fan, so as the fan rotates this shadow passes over the lectionary - the thing makes me dizzy. anyway, i'm standing on a ladder with one arm draped around a rafter and the other holding a cordless drill when this kid says "hey jefe, the jefe is here." i look down and standing twenty feet below me is the bishop and the secretary to the apostolic nunciature. sure. so, clothed in a white clerical shirt and black pants, covered in dust and cobwebs, sweat pouring down my face, and a drill in one hand, i climb down and shake the bishop's hand and introduce myself to the secretary. at least i was in the church working and not playing dominoes...
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