Or at least, some people I'm close to are getting strange.
Christopher's godparents are getting a divorce- and she's cracking up, been diagnosed with a whole host of mental illness problems.
Our pastor at St. Clare's has decided at 57 that he no longer wants to be alone the rest of his life- at least he's doing the right thing by resigning from the priesthood instead of causing a scandal by breaking his vow of celibacy. I admire his integrity in this choice, but what timing! He'll be lucky to have a job again in less than six months- right now the average unemployment period in Oregon for *anybody* is more like a year or two. Six applicants for every job. OTOH, for his direct problem of loneliness attached to his vow of celibacy- he's the man, he's the man, he's the man- who doesn't exist. Moral, upright, never been divorced because he's never been married, and over 50, an age where single women outnumber single men 2:1. I suspect he'll have a girlfriend or six within a week of saying his last mass on Sunday.
Deadlines at work this week mean I have no time to process the above, and whammo- my car died on the commute this morning. Spent an extra $45 for a rental car for today- but I fully intend to return it this evening. Luckily next week is spring break- Shannon can help ferry me around somewhat, and Trimet can take care of the rest.