Eventually the EMTs came in, and at that point the bishop got up and dismissed us all to Sunday School so as to clear out the chapel and make it easier for the EMTs to work. And after that, it was business as usual. The Primary kids all went to their classes, and we got ready for Singing Time. The aforementioned mother-in-law is in the Primary presidency, so as she was walking the halls, making sure everyone made it to class and stuff, we asked if she was okay. She told us the Spirit had been warning her about it all morning, so she knew it was coming--like, she had a feeling before church that she should not let her son-in-law drive. In other words, she was prepared for it, so she didn't even seem very frazzled. I mean, she seemed a little frazzled, but that's to be expected.
We wondered if we would have to adjust Singing Time because the kids might be freaking out, but they all seemed relatively okay, too, even the kids of the man who had had the seizure. They were a little restless, but not in a freaked out way so much as the average bored kids way. It could almost be chalked up more to the abrupt change in schedule, or to the fact that we had a bunch of visitors.
So that was a weird day. We came home and called Celeste because after this week we needed to talk to somebody, and we figured we ought to report to her that we got all the stuff we ordered for her kid's school fundraiser. We had a nice time chatting and got to hear her youngest do his various dinosaur impressions. Then we did our Come Follow Me studies, had dinner, and read Josephus and Jules Verne. I don't know if we're ready for the week, but when are we ever? There also may or may not be a trip to Disneyland.
Today I'm thankful for the gift of the Holy Ghost, people being at church who knew what to do in an emergency, having a fun conversation with Celeste, getting to read some interesting old books, and having lots of cookies.