Matt's gone and snapped his Achilles tendon, as you all probably noticed from facebook (why is that always our First Instinct now? I don't really want an answer to that question). Looks like he'll be having surgery in short order. And, because these sorts of things change everything, I'll be dragging myself out of bed without tea in the morning, and also celebrating for the first time in this church. Never occurred to me to bother before, too busy holding babies or fussing around in the sacristy or something. But at least we get to go to church!