After services, last night, we returned home to show Loissa a comedy film: Monty Python's Meaning of Life. She was appalled by the beginning, and delighted by it all. As a follow-on, I showed her the first episode of Blackadder.
Work, yesterday, was something of a bitch. We had our medical assistant walk out the night before without giving notice, and our part-timer was very sick, and sent home. Stressful.