Nothing much to report on the holiday front. Once my overly incensed (as in "full of incense" not "full of anger") brain managed to clear out the smoke and accompanying whiff, things were a little less fuzzy. I'm not sure when my church turned into smells-and-bells central, but the (caution: Techno-Speak ahead!) incense-guy was whipping the incense thing around like he had the starring role in the Will Rogers Follies. Yippee-Kay-Yay!
Either that, or his moves were inspired by several yo-yo tricks.