Ugh, this weekend was pure sh*, with exception to the Vikings game, which I didn't get to see.
First, I had to attend the Catholic pre-marriage retreat Friday night and all day Saturday. That wasn't as bad as it could have been, but it just dragged on and on and on. Mr. Super Pious was the emcee for the event, and while a likeable enough guy, he lives in a way that nobody there could relate. The guest speakers were hit and miss, with the biggest hits speaking on Friday.
Then Sunday happened. Woke up to news that the pastor of my fiancée's church died that morning, his body found in his bathroom, mid-shaving. They found him early because he missed the 8:30 Mass. So that was a mad scramble for everyone directly involved with the parish. First, they're grieving because this man who they all truly loved - really good guy, through and through, died unexpectedly. Then they had to find replacement priests for the 10:30 and 6:00 masses, along with someone for the remainder of the week. They were able to get ahold of a retired priest to serve for the 10:30, but then Bishop Cuzzins served for the 6:00 (his name means nothing to me either, other than his title). So that was my weekend. I spent all day Sunday at the church, helping keep things