First Sunday of Lent, and the Great Litany in Procession.
A long nap instead of lunch.
Phone visit with a dear and long-time friend.
Three hours of work at the office.
A pleasant recital at 4 in Moore Auditorium.
Two loads of laundry.
Steak and baked potato for dinner.
Evening Prayer for Lent I.
Samson is now needing attention and pampering. My fireplace calls.
And so another Sunday ends.
One evening back in October, I had, upon arriving home, spoken a long voice memo into my iPhone, recapping things I’d thought of on the short drive from school.
Thinking I had hit the red stop button, I set the phone down on the kitchen table. And I proceeded to have a conversation with Samson the Feist whilst unloading the dishwasher and cleaning the kitchen sink.
Samson was certainly voluble. And the phone was still recording.
This may also incriminate me, but it’s too fun not to share, so share I will.
Listen and enjoy!