Ash Wednesday and Phillip's organ

Ok, so let me set up this scene. 7PM Ash Wednesday church service. I am altar guild, usher (Don't even think about calling me an usherette.), and lector. I was so confident that the readings would be up on the lectern and enlarged as they always are that I didn't even bring my reading glasses. Remember a few posts back where I confessed that my arms are officially too short, and I must succumb to reading glasses?

Flash forward to after the service where I'm standing in the Narthex with a funny friend (Lucy, you know who you are.), the priest's wife (Hi, Pam!), and the choir director and organist, Phillip. I casually say, "I thought the readings would be on the lectern and enlarged but instead I practically had to read them while sitting on Phillip's organ."

The organ sits behind the lectern by a few feet. It would have been easier to read the readings from way back there since my arms have definitely not grown long enough to read it close up. But I may have to think where I sit or stand when I read from the Bible.

I am going to hell.