Sang in the church choir. Slept. Finished the taxes.

Best part - there is a handicapped boy named Dante in our church. I think he's about nine. He is so disabled, I didn't know whether he had a mind or not. (Every time I had seen him, he'd been lying in his carrier with his eyes closed.) Well, he was being lifted onto his mother's back to go piggy-back up the stairs, and I said, "Look at you, Dante, you're getting a ride!" His mouth formed what was definitely a smile. It was awkward, but it was definitely a smile. So I said "Happy Easter," and he said "Happy Easter" back. It made my day.

In a few months the church will have an elevator, thank goodness.