Forth Sunday in Advent.  Went to church.  There was no preaching.  Just some prayin’ for the good of the world and for tolerance and love and peace on earth...and music.  Wonderful glorious, uplifting music.

My kind of church.

Brunch at Sue's which was delicious.  Played cello with Grashopper and Sue's daughter, Panda Girl.  Met Jenny's new boy.  Didn't care for him.  Maybe he'll grow on me.  He reminds me of a guy who used to be a friend and isn't anymore.  Hopefully, the impression is fleeting and I will get over it.  It happens.

Then I went to my other church.  Kung Fu class.  Endorphins, mayhem and good friends.  Also my kind of church. 

Injury update:  I have a blood blister on the corner of my left eye.  That’s going to be an interesting science experiment.  I wonder if it will drain into my cheek and make a huge bruise.  Estee Lauder concealer is your friend.  

There was role playing gaming goodness on Saturday.  Most of the party gave themselves over willingly to the evil God who is the world’s equivalent of the devil…

…huh…

…didn’t see THAT coming.  I fled with a rag-tag fugitive fleet.

Because THAT always works out SO well.

Just call me Adama.