Short Church

Those unfamiliar with the typical meeting schedule for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints may quail at the thought of a three-hour block of meetings every Sunday. It’s something I’m used to, having lived with it for my entire adult life. I like it, in fact.

Here in Utah and in a lot of cities worldwide, LDS congregations will share facilities with other LDS congregations. A single building may have two, three, or sometimes as many as four or five congregations in it (when there’s construction or renovation happening on another building, usually), with schedules overlapping and meetings running from 8:30am until 5:30pm.

Today a new building, a temple, is being dedicated in Draper, UT. The dedication ceremony is being broadcast to stake centers (centralized congregational worship buildings), and the building my ward meets in is one such building. The broadcast is at 4:00pm, and my ward’s meeting schedule runs from 1:00pm until 4:00pm. So… we were told that this Sunday we’d only be having the 75-minute “main” sacrament meeting for the congregation. Sunday School and the other auxiliary meetings were canceled for the day.

It’s like playing hooky, guilt-free. (Well, except for the part where I realize I’m happy about playing hooky, and feel just a tiny bit guilty about that.)

Jordan enticing me to work…

I’m sitting in front of my computer, exhausted. It’s been a long, productive day. It’s not over yet — I don’t try to go to sleep until 10:30pm, lest I end up awake at 2:00am — but there’s nothing really left to do.

Except more work. I could color. Coloring needs to be done.

Nah. Too tired. I want to be entertained.

I’ve got the first four The Wheel Of Time audiobooks, though. I’ve listened to the first one. I could queue up the next chapter of The Great Hunt and listen to that. But what should I do while my ears are busy?

Oooh, I know. I could color. Coloring needs to be done…

I just realized that Madoff did a good thing…

Madoff pleaded guilty.

The trial is over. He’s off to jail. He actually saved us taxpayers some money in legal fees, court costs, not to mention lost productivity as we all tune in to the trial (which would have been a circus.)

Granted, it doesn’t begin to make up for his crime. That’s why he’s in jail.

(Hey, Bernie! If you’d been a REALLY clever criminal you’d have stolen money in such a way that they named the scheme after you. But no, you’re just another Ponzi-wannabe…)

I love goat cheese

I do.

I bought some plain chevre (that’s fancy-speak for “goat cheese”) at Sam’s club for about $7.00 a pound, cut into the bag, and squooshed some of it straight into my mouth.

Yum!

I’ve since squooshed the rest of it into some tupperware. Forkfuls of chevre swirled through pesto? Yum!

(Yes, I’m posting this to take my mind off of the smutto video.)

Goat cheese! Delicious!

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