It's been a full day. I meant to go to Mass this morning at Our Lady’s at 9am. I woke at 9am after the best night’s sleep I’d had in ages. I decided God must have wanted me to catch up on sleep instead. I got my coffee and began a three hour FaceTime with Grace and Rachel. They were so happy to see me. Also a good talk to The Ex. As I’ve reflected a few times, this isn’t how I thought my family would look, but I’m good with it nevertheless. This is OK.
After Facetime I headed out for my weekend run. I lengthened the usual route a little to include Royal Park Station and ended with a respectable 14 kms at a better pace than I’d expected.
Running clears your head and when I got home I deleted the POF and Tinder apps off my phone (one spam email offering prostitution too many, among other reasons). The reason I mention this is that at about the time I put them on my phone the other week, I mislaid my Marian medal. Well, I went to do laundry after my run (and after deleting the aforesaid apps). What do you suppose I found? Sometimes Our Lady is less than subtle.
Cleanliness was literally next to godliness this weekend as my next stop was Mass at St Joseph’s, followed by the beer with which I began. I’m putting off going back to my digs to start writing up SES Peer reports. It’s not a difficult job but it’s fiddly and boring.
Not much more to add. It'll be a busy week this week
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