survived

Made it through class, cooked some amazing eggplant parmesan, took it to Starbucks to eat with Matthew, and then took a shortcut home through the Lutheran and Unitarian church graveyard(s).

I got locked in.

Thank God (really, thanks, Lord) for Vacation freaking Bible School.  I knocked on a indistinct parish house door, and low and behold!  a nice secretary opened the door and let me out.

Graveyard at dusk: loveliest of lovelies.

Discovering you are locked inside a graveyard haunted by the ghost of Edgar Allan Poe’s exgirlfriend (possibly the chick he wrote “Annabel Lee” about) and it’s quickly becoming dark: scary and embarrasing—a horrid combination of emotions.