Good and bad news.

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The mistake was mine.  There are two churches in that city, I had thought there was one.  The call will be an apology.  Thankfully, as sad as that is.  I wasted his time.  The only thing I wasted of concern is gas, on my side, but it was my error.  Well, can't say I don't eat it when it's on the table and just desert, even were it lethal but fair, or at least right.  Fair?  Christ on the cross, His passion, means it can never be fair.

Even so I won't reschedule.  I will find another, obscure my id, and do other things.  It... who I am shouldn't be part of it. I am doing what I am doing for a particular reason that has nothing to do with obscurity, if... well... that may now be part of it.  Just... going with a gut feeling.

I... hoped there was another answer.  Though priests can be called away or else.  I kept thinking, dug.  No one wants to be rejected, not so... deeply.  As mentioned, it isn't God who might fail, as every fatherless, and three-time failed father fatherless would know, once faith is gifted, but men who fail.  Thankfully no pattern, probably.  That it was just a mistake, and mine, restores strength to resolve.

Yeah.  Silly old Doomster.  Chasing shadows, ranting at ghosts, getting angry at shades...  So tired.  So much work.  So little to give.  If I do ask for much, I try to meet in the middle.  Gah!  Later, or more likely good night.