Went to church today. It happens occasionally, when I don't do a night shift Saturday night or a day shift on Sunday. Rachel is a regular attender, she enjoys the Sunday School. She remembers her verses and feels very holy.

The bored minister has gone back down south, and so the congregation is taking turns to lead the service. We don't do communion, because we're all layfolk, but it's fun anyway. Somehow we are released from the need to be pious and attentive. The person doing the sermon today talked about Hell and Lazarus. And we all giggled a bit.

I've been away for ten days. Went to see my brother and his wife, and my mom and dad. This was tiring. But I went to see Snakes on a Plane. By far the high point of the whole holiday.

But I'm back now. To my motley collection of jobs (detachment custodian, lockup guard, statement transcriber) I will possibly be adding 'teacher'. I have to go tomorrow and meet a lady at the college who says she might have a course in group counselling for me to to teach.

Joeby is blowing spit bubbles. Rachel is wearing my new shoes. Ian's crunching Werthers and Miguel is yelling at him, because he can't hear the television program he's trying to watch. Kirsten is singing to her IPod and doing her homework. It's good to be home.