The rack for the pew in which I normally sit contains a Book of Common Prayer that often had been used by one of my dear friends, C.J., now deceased. This particular prayer book has many 'sticky arrows' that C.J. used to mark the most often used services and prayers. Although they are easily removed, leaving no residue, we have chosen to leave them there; they are so "C.J."-ish.
Using this prayer book always makes me think of her and, consequently, of a story she told me, which I recounted here in my early blogging days. Since today has been a rather 'fractious' day, I'm going to rerun that story. If you've already read it, move on, and thank you for visiting; if not, I hope you enjoy it -- here. The photo below will give you a clue as to what the story is about.
Bourbon Whiskey Bottle from Gettysburg - Wikipedia
Tomorrow is also a day.