Sunday musings... weather is bleah, but hey, it's a new week
Yes, I did the taxes (after the email server returned from whence it hides). Yes, we owe again. Sigh.
And the weather is garbage. I had to watch Mass on the livestream again, because I'm still coughing, G is getting a cold, and the roads are bleah. That said, Deacon Steve's homily was good; he focused on the story of Lazarus, and how, in many ways, the confessional is like being in the tomb, and when one makes a good confession, it's like being called to "come out" -- new life, free from the burden. I am going to think on that for a bit.
The little birds are going bat-crap nutty today-- must be about 100 of them at the various feeders in the lilac hedge. Yes, we'll have to start taking them in at night, but for today, while the weather is icky, I'd rather they had a food source. And they are so much fun to listen to and to see, all sparring and fluster included.
Minimal house chores are done (thus, the lateness of this post), and I'm procrastinating about grading the Huck Finn essays. They'll be as they are-- some good, some iffy, but at least I'm not chasing any kids for papers. I'll get 'em done.
This coming week will be busy, and fun as well. I have the wonderful Vermont writer/poet/great human being Beth Kanell coming in for my classes on Wednesday. I am really looking forward to that.
I hope your week is both productive and restful. Hold your loved ones close. The news is terrifying. All we have is each other. And faith.
C
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