Not much. A little churching, dinner at Cpl. Wolves. And Easter baskets. One for Mrs. Wolves:
One for Cpl. Wolves and Married Into Wolves:
Apparently, the Easter Bunny feels that I did not deserve my own basket. But here are the baskets for those who did deserve them, together with our Easter lilly, which I will plant in the front bed when the time comes:
Sorry for not noting this in a more time-appropriate fashion, but things have been busy and I am catching up on the blog. Started a new gig on Monday, too, so more on that. In any event, happy belated Easter.