We always joke about church work being great fodder for a television dramedy--here's the latest installment:
C got up early this morning to meet with an elderly man before a hip replacement and then went to church, where he was in charge of our church's VBS program. Then he raced home to grab his suitcase and head to Houston for a funeral tomorrow morning (he was planning to meet with the family tonight). Three-plus hours later, he had just gotten to Houston when the family called to say that the funeral is off--apparently the funeral home forgot to cremate the body in time for the service. Don't you just hate it when that happens?