I was really looking forward to today.
Yesterday, after the last Mass -- and baptism, which I'd forgotten about -- I was very tired. I went home and stretched out on the couch for several hours. In the evening, I went over to the picnic, and had dinner with some parishioners. After visiting, I went home again. I'm sorry, folks, I wasn't more involved.
This morning, I slept late. That means, up around 8 or so. For breakfast, I put some of those Pillsbury rolls in the oven, then sat down to read the new online. Only I sat too long, and the rolls burnt! So I did it over again.
I spent the morning reading, then in the early afternoon as I was getting ready to go over to church to offer Mass, I got a call: an older parishioner needed Last Rites. I was dressed casually, so I threw on my cassock, went over to church to get holy communion for the woman, and then drove over to her house. Two of her daughters and I prayed with her, and I did all I could. Then I drove back and had Holy Mass privately. I think someone walked in while I was offering Mass (I was at the high altar, facing the Lord, so I couldn't see); after Mass, I went back over to my house and fiddled around on the Internet; my other project was to go down and buy a TV.
So I drove down to Piqua, only the store I was looking for wasn't where I thought it would be! After some driving around, I found it; I picked out a TV, plus a DVD/audio system to go with it, and then went to get something to eat. I just got back and have been reading some news.
Some off-days I go to a movie; when it gets a little cooler, I hope to get out on my bike. But today, I just wanted to rest. For some reason, I haven't been sleeping as well as I'd like, and that's why I was tired.
Meanwhile, I'm thinking about how grateful I am for the parishioners who have been pitching in to paint my house. It looks great! Thanks!