This one time, at Space Camp…

Quickly: My job sometimes involves phone calls to churches, and sometimes people don’t want to talk to me (let’s face it: I’m a telemarketer.  Nobody wants to talk to me).  Today, I was told Father was not in, because he was “at Space Camp.”  Either that’s the best brush-off of all time, or there’s something strange going on in this church.

San Diego tickets have been purchased, so now I have something to look forward to.  I love vacations with built-in hosts/tourguides (although in this situation I will likely be sleeping on the floor and showing myself around the city, but free is free).  Not that I use my friends or anything; I would visit them anyway.  It’s just nice when they live near tourist attractions, like the ocean or a corn palace or anything that isn’t a convent.

 

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