September 6, 2015

Church. Nap. Cantaria. Cantaria almost unbelievably irritating, the silverbacks nattering like a bunch of second graders. Every comment required a comment. Half the choristers sat texting behind their music. Driving home, seeing some of our missing brethren at the ice cream shop. Sigh. Loyal to nothing but the smart phone. But some good angel sees us through into the arms of night.