It’s movie night. 
I’ve invited dozens of people to see a very difficult, very long movie, in a theater (with no distractions), that I have never seen. God, maybe it has a really aggressive sex scene in it? My priest is coming. That would be horrible. 

I doubt it, it came out in 1973 in the Soviet Union. So, likely not an especially sexually charged film. Let’s hope, anyways. 

I’m writing my blog now because this movie is a little over three hours long, I’ll be getting home far later than usual and I don’t think I’ll want to write anything then, so I’ll write anything now, to get it out of the way. 

Loads of people are cancelling. 
A few of them are donating money anyways, as it is a fund raiser for my desperately underfunded church. Father Mark is paid about half the average rate for a country priest, and that rate is already low. Granted his kids are grown, but still, he deserves more. 

It would have been far more efficient for me to have simply donated the $250 it cost to rent the theater. I can’t imagine I’ll make back much more than that, but there’s a huge amount of value in the feeling that things are actually happening at the church. I know it means a lot to me, anyways. 

So people are sick and people are afraid of the snow, which is starting to come down in earnest now, but that’s alright. If it’s only a few people that’s alright, I’d like to watch the movie by myself in a snow storm anyways, if it came down to that. But I don’t think it will.