'dja miss me?

I was still not quite recovered from Easter, and this past weekend, beginning with a rather fraught run-through on Friday night and continuing through a funeral, a wedding, a wedding meeting, an opening night, a reception, four Masses, a dash to church because I had forgotten to put something away (wherein I found myself in the middle of a private Baptism,) a matinee and a durst-not-miss-it reception and finishing with a Monday morning funeral.... well, I am not apologizing for sleeping 12 hours Monday night and 10 last.

I am again required to put in an appearance at LitCom meetings with all the other Demi-Clerics (wonderful word, or concept I found on that snippy, snarky but oft times useful site, RPI.)

But I come to them with a new found wisdom -- I am much happier having come to terms with the fact that my input is not really wanted.
Any judgement, facts, expertise, skill, knowledge, education, any informed creativity or aesthetic sensibility -- any of those I could or would bring to the discussions would get in the way of those making the decisions.

So get over your own bad self and get on with your life.