GAAAAAH.

In the same ten-minute block of time, ALL of the following happened:

~ One of the two copiers broke down

~ Pastor locked his keys in his office

~ The subject of my current magazine piece returned my phone call from last night (and given that he's a bigwig at Harvard University Hospital, I had to talk to him while he was available)

~ Kevin's cell phone, which he maintains has been closed and kept in his pocket all morning, mysteriously decided to call mine and leave an incomprehensible voice mail in the form of a series of beeps

~ The choir director discovered that I'd accidentally folded the center page of tonight's bulletins upside down, which meant they all needed to be pulled apart, refolded, and reassembled

I love this holiday. No, really.