Guess I Should Come Out With It.

I've been delaying posting because something happened: Chris and I went back to the Episcopal Church. Chris is as happy as Agnes getting her fluffy new unicorn at the fair (Despicable Me, anyone? "IT'S SO FLUFFY I COULD DIE!"), but I'm still waffling. Waffling, but showing up at the Episcopal Church every Sunday. Or just about every Sunday--yay, agoraphobia.

I hear the news is spreading, so I confirm the rumors. I don't know why, so don't ask. I just feel a lot better.