There is no way I could have made it through the Good Friday Liturgy with my shoulder in the shape it is in. If I doubted that, the drive over to my niece’s house to deliver the Easter Cuteness Bunny,(see prior post) confirmed it. I’m a temporary wreck.

So I’m home, drinking coffee, watching racially and sexually insensitive cartoons from the Thirties that are still entertaining, in spite of the fact that our grandparents weren’t as enlightened as were are.