What's in a name?

What with a special electing convention, then the consecration of the new bishop (and my new boss), followed in ten days by our annual convention, I feel that "almost a life" is very apt. I've been putting in 14 hour days, 7 days a week, without even a lunch break. I haven't seen my father in the nursing home for over a week and I'm, to be frank, exhausted. One bright moment is my coming home to notes saying, "Dinner's in the fridge; animals fed." Thanks, S.K.! It's been a Godsend.