This weekend I did … pretty much nothing. I didn’t feel very well and spent the weekend on the futon watching episode after episode of Kyle XY, followed by (when I had seen all the episodes) 17 Kids and Counting. Exciting times.
I didn’t make it off the couch and into the shower in time for 10:15 am Mass. Then, I got hungry and didn’t have the requisite hour fast for the 12:15 pm Mass. Ditto the 5 pm.
I was still not feeling well and permenently affixed to the couch at the end of the night. Time for the Last Chance Mass. Ss. Cyril and Methodius Slovak Church has an 8:30 pm Mass on Sunday night. I made it over there, but was still in my shorts and T-shirt. So, I hid in the chapel with people who were there for Reconciliation. It was quite nice. All the lights were off, so we were praying in the light of the vigil candle.
As Mass proceeded, however, I felt increasingly dizzy and nauseated. Finally, I felt that I had to leave early while I was still able to drive home. So, shortly after Communion began, I headed to the car.
And entered a monsoon. It was *pouring* out. I was soaked in 5 seconds. What is this? A second baptism? Is God angry I left early?
I *love* storms. And heavy rains. I thought it was great. 🙂 So, I was the idiot heading to her car (at the far, far corner of the lot) with her hands orans, giggling at the water. And I felt a little bit better. 🙂