A Breather

Today is a day, as Scripture says, "to swallow my spittle.." (Sorry, the Bible really says that kind of thing.) I have a short respite from things, though not much of one. I do have a paper due, but it's not going to get done today. I have a major meeting with the leadership group for the Bishop's three-year fundraiser which is coming up tonight. That said, it's a quieter day than most I've had recently. So I'm blogging. Finally, and after months.

Father Murray for three weeks has had a difficulty, a progressive weakness for some unknown reason, which has resulted in him being unable to walk for three weeks. At this point I have him up in Nazareth Home in Louisville for a course of physical therapy. The doctors can't really find anything wrong with him beyond his decompensated muscles except he is 87. Meanwhile I'm here by myself with the full schedule of Masses and so forth. It's been a rather dramatic year to say the least.

I've compiled a list of things I need to do in the very near future, and ended up with more than a dozen without difficulty. So it goes. Blogging is not one of them, but I think a regular approach to writing will help my writing in general. There is an asceticism about writing which I think will help in general with my need to focus more intently on an orderly life in the midst of the disorder which life throws at me.

The French Chancellor of Louis XV, Henri Francois d'Aguesseau, once observed that his wife always delayed ten or twelve minutes before she came down to dinner. Using that ten minutes effectively - sixty hours each year, he set out to compose a work entirely in this time, in order not to lose an instant; the result was, at the end of fifteen years, a book in three large volumes quarto, which went through several editions.

Heaven knows I have bits and pieces of time which would be better employed. And to that end I need 1. Sufficient sleep, so that I don't keep dozing at my desk; 2. Sufficient exercise to keep my energy level up; and 3. Regular prayer to keep myself attuned to Him who is my life.

Enough for now. Nos verremos.