Last Friday, O Best Beloved, was a day of little frustrations.
The closing agent was a bitch. There's one document that still has the old form of "sworn to" on it. It's a little thing, a silly thing, maybe, but I grew up in a church that adhered to the idea of Matthew 5:33-37:
Again, you have heard that the ancients were told, 'You shall not make false vows, but shall fulfill your vows to the Lord.' But I say to you, make no oath at all, either by heaven, for it is the throne of God, or by the earth, for it is the footstool of his feet, or by Jerusalem, for it is the city of the great king. Nor shall you make an oath by your head, for you cannot make one hair white or black. But let your statement be, 'yes, yes' or 'no, no'; anything beyond these is of evil.It's a thing that I've sometimes fallen short of achieving, to be known as someone whose yes meant yes, no further confirmation needed, but I try.
And I have a legal right to strike the "swear to" from any legal document I choose and replace it with "affirm", but she wouldn't hear of it. So I finally gave up and signed the freakin' paper.
Also, exams went ill.