The iPod that is playing through the church speakers is making my teeth grind. I'm not sure I've ever head a mix of Christmas music I liked less than this one. But that's the last complaint I'm making tonight, or about tonight. I will remember the good, and the "otherwise" is meaningless, and past.
The church is slowly emptying after service. I can still see quite a bit of dessert on the table from up here in the booth. It has been a very long time since I stood in line to take communion. They always leave some on the band table behind the curtain, and I find a quiet spot alone back there in the evenings.
I like my solitude. Tonight I'm going to go home after turning all the lights and computers off here, and I'll just be by myself. I would share it with the right person, but the list of right people is small; I could count them on one hand. Because I want to relax tonight, and be myself, and not feel like I have to put on any mask of family or function... it's not many people who I can really feel peaceful with.
Every chair was full tonight. There's still a crowd now, half an hour after.
I'm glad they all came. I'll be glad to be home.
-J
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