While I was getting ready for bed, my phone fielded a v-mail about a small fire in the upper walkway at my parish. Building closed all day. The fire was quite limited, and nobody was harmed or injured. There seems to be a suspect in custody, according to the local news.
Instead of our staff breakfast, I guess my family gets to eat melon, grapes, and bananas. Instead of faith formation, the young miss has an extra ninety minutes to prepare for three tests tomorrow. Leaves on the ground, but no snow–so it feels weird to be home.
Which isn’t to say it’s going to be a loafing day. My wife has been sick the past four days, so I’m going to get some laundry done, a room cleaned up, putter a bit in the basement. Maybe I’ll even get to a bit of writing.