Fish. Swedish or not, sometimes they taste so good.

Who's exhuasted?

Not me, although I should be. It's bloody 3 in the morning and I have to sing in church in the morning. We have new church time and new building tomorrow. While I have been getting used to and thoroughly enjoying the lazy mornings involved with a 3:00 PM start time, we are now switching our meetings to a cheery 11 AM in bloody Gainesville, which is about 20 minutes away.

I just started going to this particular ward. It is a singles ward, one that embraces the life of a single college student oy young professional. There are about 30 people that attend church on a regular basis. Coming from a place where the chapel is usually filled with atleast 300 people, this is a stark awakening. Where can we find more people to fill up the chapel and make this sad little church meeting into something that my future children would be proud of? Where do we find the reserves? Should we or should we not involve food in this effort to recruit?

I also started going to this ward because before tomorrow, the chapel was about 5 minutes from my house. There is a much more upbeat, chapel-filled ward about 30 minutes east of me. Had I known I would have been driving 20 minutes anyway, I may have subscribed to the bigger and better. I guess bigger and better is not always a good thing. I mean look at King Kong. Or how about Tokyo? And what about that one guy on the princess bride who was totally cool, but ending up dying because he was bigger? I don't want to die an early death just to be bigger. Or better for that matter. For now, I will settle with being a little fish in a little pond. A fish who knits among her peers and lulls them into sweet mid-afternoon slumber in the pews.