It's been a very, very pleasant day so far. What a nice change! I've been down in the catacombs working on web stuff all morning, and I'm probably going to be taking an hour of compensated time off this afternoon; our assistant rector is being...what's the word, consecrated? Something with a "C," I think. Anyway, she's being put into her official position tomorrow, and she wanted me to be the cantor, so I have to go to the rehearsal today at five. Loads of fun; the canted part is long and asks for Christ's mercy on her, everybody in the church, anybody who's ever been in the church, and pretty much anybody who's ever been in any church, or even thought about going to church. Each by name. We'll be there all night.

I showed Boss-Lady all of my lovely creations from yesterday. My Chia-spaceman met with much greater approval from her than he did from Eric, so my hurt feelings were mollified somewhat. She agreed that it would probably be a fantastic little project for the kids this summer; they'll have a blast working with the puffy paint. The woman who presented the craft at yesterday's workshop said that when she tried it with her own group of kids, they swung the seed-filled stockings around quite a bit before butting in the mulch; when the "hair" began to grow, it began to grow from all sorts of amusing places. They found that wondering where the hair would sprout next was more fun than the actual craftmaking!

I'm having little twinges of pain. It's a rather odd sensation; I just had a tiny pulse of pain under the left side of my jaw. A few minutes ago, it was my right knee, throbbing every few seconds with a slight ache. The pain is just barely present, almost ignorable, but I'm a touch bewildered as to its origin. Now, there was another pain on my neck, a little farther down. It feels almost as if somebody is pressing their thumb into my flesh for a second. Strange. Ooh, now it's moving down to my back!

Talking to my mother is a real hoot these days. Her thyroid medication hasn't fully kicked in yet, so she's a temporary aphasic, using the wrong words right and left. She can't remember facts from one minute to the next. She's aware of her brain problems and is getting very frustrated, but at the same time, she's able to laugh at herself. I was speaking to her about her computer, and she mentioned that she was going to have my brother, home on Spring Break next week, set her and Dad up with separate Instant Messenger profiles.

I am so looking forward to sleeping in with my husband tomorrow. We really should do something with the day, though; I have to work Sunday, and tomorrow afternoon is supposed to be nice. Maybe we'll go try to catch a matinee showing of the Pokemon movie. Don't laugh, please! Eric and I have fought it off at first, but the onslaught was too great, and we've finally decided that those little monsters are some of the cutest things we've seen in a long darn time. Eric has just about decided to rename all the computers in our home network after various Pokemon. We're sick like that.