After going to the Urology group next to Saint Joseph’s Hospital next to Mission Hospital (the doctor said that he’ll contact me soon about results: I’m not dead yet!!!), I couldn’t just return to the parish the same way I came as a bridge is being replaced on the return side of the Interstate causing a five mile backup. So, I passed by a friend’s house on a far away detour and was asked: “So, you’re playing hooky from your parish today?” Hahaha.
Getting back to the parish, finally, by mid-afternoon, I called an appointment in another state (I have six other states not too far away) and apologized for being late. Finally, I made it there, and spent the next four and a half hours doing priest stuff at the request of the bishop of that diocese. Missionaries of Mercy do stuff, right? On the way back, I snapped the picture above racing back into my own region of these United States. Having gotten back home, with the dogs fed and put to bed inside the rectory, I conked out until Father Gordon called at 6:00 AM.