Note to self: remember to eat a good breakfast, even if it is Good Friday, because you have low blood sugar (all together now: YOU DUMBASS).
My mood yesterday was not assisted by my second pair of jeans finally giving up the ghost while I was in them. I had brought a sweater but had hoped to place it on my shoulders against the chill of the interior of the building instead of wrapping it around my waist.
Things got a bit better after I got home, finished off the meatball soup in my fridge, and changed into the intact pair of jeans. I made a run to Tar-gay for peanut butter cups for the Massive Cookie Production in progress and ended up with a lot of Easter candy and Pepperidge Farm cookies to supplement the Easter coffee hour offerings. (I also now have some nifty trays for devilled eggs for the next time I am insane enough to produce them en masse.) The service last night was wonderful and pulled me back to center, as it were.
I was at the church earlier to do setup and left just before another ObBloodSugarCrash to go off to Cheese Borg and then to Fatapple's (because I wanted a burger pretty badly by that point). While I was tucking into my fries, I solved the issue of what to wear tonight, so I figured my brain was starting to function along normal lines.
Time now for a pre-service nap - will do dishes and dip truffles when I get up (and possibly do another round of peanut butter cup cookies) and am contemplating a quickie shower or at least soaking my feet.