I showed up for Church services at 10:00 on Easter morning and did my bit. I also started praying for tranquility and Divine intervention so we could all make it through Easter dinner without The Girl or Shotgun Bob getting on my very last nerve and disintegrating every bit of elasticity from my temper.
I've often wondered about the statistics on domestic disturbance calls and whether or not I'd see a spike during holiday season. I tend to think I might.
In the end I decided to give the Lord some help. I augmented my prayers with Xanax and chased the pills with a perfect manhattan. The combination worked nicely.