Stick a fork in me, I'm done

I'm the church secretary at one of the two churches in my very small, very quaint, very charming New England town. I enjoy it very much. With the exception of two times a year.

Advent and Lent.

Of course these are the BIGGIES in a church year. Christmas and Easter, we see folks in church that we never see the rest of the year (unless they need a wedding or a funeral...but that's a post for another day). During these special times of year, the church is usually decorated in a special way; there are extra worship services; attendance is up; there are special gatherings or meals. It's a very active and coming-togther time for a church. It's beautiful and awe-inpiring.

Unless you're the church secretary. In a small church, in a small town.

"Pay no attention to the secretary behind the curtain!"

(Or the Minister. But she can get her own blog. "Hi Boss!")

This week especially, when everything is really happening at once, I start wondering if my suit came back from the cleaners....

And I start to hope that I can get everything done in a timely manner before I am forced to don my OTHER suit...

I would be the one on the left...