We all survived the Open House today. PH and the cats went to a friend's house, where they all camped out in the computer room. I went to the hospital, where I celebrated an Evening Prayer Service with a couple of attendees in the chapel, televised on the hospital's closed-circuit television system. The realtor thinks we've got at least one very serious prospect, and since we're going out of town on Wednesday, she suggested that they get an offer in before then. I hope, I hope, I hope they will. A family with a young son. They'd fit in wonderfully in this neighborhood, and they seemed to appreciate the charm of the place. Please say a prayer.
There was at least one other fairly serious prospect, and it would be lovely to get multiple offers, but I'll be grateful for one.
Of course, doing the chapel service at the hospital snapped me back into perspective on what's really important and what's not. So many hurting people face challenges much more daunting than mine. I was grateful for the opportunity to serve.
And on an even lovelier note, I did get my icon back, and it was blessed at our 11am service this morning. I'll try to post a picture of it in the next day or so.