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.