"The Most Decadent Sunday in our Family History"

was the way Lynn exulted about the day as the hours wore on with us eating leftovers, napping, watching *&* Grease. Church (and Epiphany art) were relatively uneventful: a few more compliments, many equipment snafus (because of wrong reservations), and being surprised to be the first one to arrive on the crime-scene of the last-night break-in at the church (a door broken in half, offices wildly ransacked and a broken window in the Children-in-Worship corner).