It's nine-fifteen and I'm home from church

 I quite seriously felt like going to the Bishop after the service and saying “can we do it again?” Of course we couldn't really; the sun was up, and our candles burnt down, and the clergy near exhausted. But it was that kind of wonderful, even though there was near war in the choir at the Gospel Acclamation (sing with the deacon! No, echo her! No, sing with her!), and the Bishop totally skipped the verses of the song for blessing the oil, and we had an enormous traffic jam at communion. Those are the sorts of problems that crop up because we're not robots, because the church is people, as it should be.