So, it's Sunday. That, of course, means the Divine Service. The gifts were given and received.

Then, it was on to the potluck. I was making "Knuckle Soup," though we also brought a brown rice and bean dish. Instead of using the Knorr bouillon cubes, though, I switched to Rachel Ray's chicken stock so that there would be no sugar in the soup for those who couldn't eat sugar. Unfortunately, the stock was also low sodium, so the soup was lacking for salt.

After the potluck it was time for the quarterly voters' meeting. It started off as it usually does, but quickly devolved into a love the pastor fest. This is quite a turn-around from what I had experienced at my first two calls. I'm still not used to it. Part of the show-the-pastor-love activities was a vote to cover the cost of a round-trip ticket to Tampa in the event of my grandmother's death, so that I may attend the funeral. I'm still not sure what I would do, as I refuse to fly under the current security measures, as I find them to be a breach of the Fourth Amendment. I do appreciate that they want to do that, though it makes it harder for me to decide whether I go or stay.

After the meeting, we dropped Robert off to play with a friend while we did some WIC shopping. Two hours later, we headed home to stuff our fridges and freezers.

It was a slow evening after that...for the most part.