The plan to go to Confession fell through; the secretary hadn’t checked Father’s schedule with him right at the minute she made the appointment. Oh, well. If I get hit by a trash truck, God will give me an A for effort. And we dropped off some school supplies for the poor, picked up some papers for the Raffle Committee, talked to the custodian about storage, and agreed with the gardening committee that it’s too hot to garden.
Wow!
To do all that and on not very much sleep!
I’m impressed.
D.V. I’ll get shriven today. It’s chapter - Mass, Rosary, Morning prayer, confessions for them as wants it, non-health food, bidnis meeting, discussion of confirmation.
When I grow up I want to be a contemplative — or at least allowed to take two naps a day.