We're spending Sunday praying for your soul, Spaw. We are going to start early with penitential prayer, warm up with orisons to the Blessed Virgin, crawl on our knees up several flights of stairs (at the Filtration Plant which is a bit like the St. Joseph's Oratory for Toronto), flagellate wading birds, wail, make offerings to the 8 gods in the 12 directions, and generally plead for you, without expectation but just as a kind of seasonal thing, you know. That should make for a full Boxing Day, and then we intend to boogie.
yours, Peter T.