The family went to an ecumenical prayer service for life today, this near-anniversary of Roe v. Wade. It was at our town (and diocesan) Cathedral, and the local Bishop was presiding.
Afterward, as we had some cookies and juice, Bear went up to the Bishop (who he doesn't know, FYI) and asked him if he was a Vikings fan or a Saints fan--being a bishop and all. He replied he was a beleagured Detriot fan, but he'll root for the Vikes today.
It didn't help. In the great heritage of Minnesota, the Vikes came really really really close to winning the NFC championship and lost in OT, 31-28. Darn it. Bear was bummed. I have to admit, so was I.
Other than that, it has been a week with continued adjustments to me (Starling) working at school while Mudpuppy turns his nose up to the bottle. Poor Jackrabbit.
Jaybird has had strep (sad girl), and Mouse had her rite of election at church this morning--she's getting ready for First Communion.
The weather has been unseasonably warm (mid-upper thirties)...but that's a mixed blessing, with all the snow on the ground. The sidewalks and streets have suddenly become moats. Bring out the gondolas!