Brrrrr. You call THIS April???

Up at 5:08, 32 minutes before the alarm but the benefit was I didn't have to hear the blasted alarm. But, baby, it's cold outside. That meant turtleneck sweater, boots and Irish cape. I feel ridiculous. Sigh. My ride came at 9:15 and whisked me off directly to church where I socialized with my friends in the Café until it was time for the service. It was what I called a subdued Sunday. There were some things that were ethereal (the choir singing a piece that had some connection to Auschwitz) and soothingly warm (my fave cellist improvising as usual), but I think my poor brain was just too frozen.

It took a while for the organizers of the volunteer appreciation event to get their act together, so we were just hanging around (and I was getting hungrier by the minute). And, then, when they started, they just had to spend more time on speeches, a bonding exercise, a sing-a-long(!), and handing out crappy-looking certificates (sigh) before we could get food. Oh, wait. There's no place to sit!!??!! So they dragged rows of chairs into the centre of the social hall, expecting people to put full paper plates on their laps. ::rolls eyes:: Church-John went up to get food for both of us and we sat at the end of the dessert table (as if anyone would dare to tell moi to move). The food was of a good quality (especially the egg salad wraps). C-J and I spoke to a couple of people, found out the Spanish service IS webcast, but otherwise remained on the periphery. And, then, we left. I know, I know. What a letdown.

Got in after 3 to encounter SuM holding a totally shorn Diva. Oh, poor cold kitty. So SuM had to go off to the discount store to get the cat a wooly onesie! ::shakes head some more:: I was too wishy-washy to write my review immediately (also had Grumpy as company for a while), but did manage to post it by 6. Had hoped to watch MasterChef Canada but the stupid golf went 30 minutes overtime and then I dozed off during the cooking. Sigh (doing a lot of that today). Will try to rewatch on the network's site.

Both Ash and RS didn't make it to church. Well, they didn't miss much. Now I have to wonder whether I should even try to approach the two guys (c-J wondered whether it had been such a poor execution because it was guys) and diplomatically suggest some logistical improvements. Anyway, I'm glad all I have to look forward to for tomorrow is relaxing. I do like the sound of that!