I Try not to Post to my Blog During Church, But...

Hour three... EQ mtg. Folding metal chairs in the cultural hall. My butt knows these seats better than my mouth knows the taste of pizza, I think. They're not (grossly) uncomfortable, they're just so utterly familiar. I've been sitting in this same seat, basically, for about two hours a week for almost three decades. My butt aches the moment I plant it. At least in Japan they were some entirely different make and model. You people in wards with more cushy chairs, I curse you. I'm coming for your chairs.

Today in church a woman expressed how surprised she was to learn that Joseph Smith had bodyguards. Somewhere, Porter Rockwell is having a good laugh. Possibly over a beer.