Be sour and dour

That's what the Rabbi said this morning we should be but I was already sour and dour last night when I missed the pancake dinner and drove home on an empty stomach. What am I now? Joyful, joyful, of course! The Rabbi said these were the best pancakes ever last night. How would he know? Was he there last year to compare? Is he comparing those pancakes of last night with something he has in his fridge? Mystery after mystery. Went out with the ladies this morning. Coffee goes well with ashes. We have a very liberal contingent which is also vocal and they don't like the Pope ("he taking us backwards") and they don't understand why we not necessarily should receive communion at a Protestant church ("the pastor said we were all invited and should come forward if we were baptized and believed in the communion of Saints!").  I think we cheapen our own belief if and when we receive somewhere else. We serve another god by receiving just bread. Well, I could not explain it to them. I got drowned out. I guess it is my thinking is too orthodox for them. That's one of those issues that the Rabbi needs to clarify. I need to get back to my own routine of prayer and activities. This afternoon I will prepare for tomorrows bible class. I really missed Bible class. I decided to give up Peggle and Blitz for Lent, two of my favorite compute games. I am do-ed out. No more doing or doo doo or "do falls" than what is already on my calendar. Actually I take the "do falls" back. I like it when the dew falls. Just more praying.