It was the Nativity of St John the Baptist OCA. I didn’t think I’d ever get out once it was over. Everybody came up to say hello and how nice it was to have me there, and invited me to eat with them. I declined, or I’d probably be on the road back right now, instead of back and having run an important Wal-Mart errand.
It’s Saturday. Choir practice at the church at 4, then Great Vespers at 6. I’ll sight read my way through Vespers.