God has been messing with me again. I was given the choice of taking my theology final or talking to the priest/professor for half an hour. I can SO see Jesus’ smirk. Good grief.
I survived the interview.
( I suppose this wouldn’t be funny unless you know about my recent unhappiness with the priesthood in general… but this isn’t really the place to talk about that. Sorry )
I’m off to go write Christmas cards now, er, I mean study. Notre Dame (and most schools) do this awesome thing wherein they give us a couple of days off before finals. I have Christmas music on, a warm room, and pretty cards. I’m excited.