Metropolitan visits our church

In a more perfect world I would be posting a long treatise on the Metropolitan's festive visit to our parish (his first no less). There would be pictures abounding and I'd have to break it all up into multiple posts.

Instead I managed (as I do every year before the holidays) to get sick. My wife and I are redoing our house after a failed heating element in our dishwasher slowly destroyed the entire kitchen, almost all the flooring, and a good deal of trim without our knowing it because the water flowed under everything. Only after it had made its way through the kitchen island did we notice and get immediately evacuated out of the house. With the house now almost finished we decided to sleep there overnight and I awoke after a night of ingesting dust and other particulate to feel like crud.

So on Sunday morning my wife taped a funnel to my mouth and we started throwing medicine down my gullet willy-nilly in an attempt to medicate me into a vertical and ambulatory state. It worked and I got to enjoy the entire event, but failed to pick up a camera on the way there. Shortly afterward my body went into decline and now I'm on 4 different meds, sleeping 15 hours a day, and partaking of saltines and coke.
Three or four other people took pictures as well and I hope to get some of theirs to post. He also visited the parish in Houston and the mission in Austin so I am going to send out some emails requesting those as well. One such picture is the Metropolitan with all the kids and some parents sitting outside on a bench. It was surprising to see we had so many children that it was hard to get them all into the frame.

Please pray for my recovery. If not for my health alone, do it for the sad leftovers that will go uneaten if I continue as I am on my xerophagous prison rations.