Checked out of our hotel in Marion in time to find a WalMart and purchase an item for an emergency haberdashery adaption (the secret is mine), and arrive at St Mark's in West Frankfort in time for their 9am Eucharist. Presided, preached, and shared good fellowship with about 35 souls in a church hand-built by English coal miner immigrants in the 1930s. We enjoyed it immensely.
With the relatively early Mass time, we made it home at an eminently decent hour--around 2:30. Then the down time began.