D. is off gallivanting around Illinois with some of his family at the moment, while I am recovering from my four days of playing Aunt Cait to my two teenaged nieces.
So this morning D. woke up and checked the front page of NOLA.com, where he promptly saw the headline, "Greater St. Stephen burns down."
He called me, in shock, to relay the news, thinking that the church where we are slated to marry is now smoldering rubble. I immediately freaked out and click on the story, only to find that...
...it's a different church.