I should have known better than to schedule a party during Lent -- on the Thursday after Ash Wednesday, no less. But God took care of it, and turned it into a mortification for me. Yesterday, Fr. Malloy called to say that because of bad weather in South Bend, he could not make it to Nashville in time!
So we scrambled -- or more accurately, Kathleen scrambled -- and everything was fine. She is the best caterer as well as the best pastoral assistant. Ever.
But I got the point!