01 August 2009


It's after 11:00 at the end of a long day. It began early and included most of the day at a diocesan meeting in Clinton.

On the drive home -- through lovely countryside and a singularly beautiful August afternoon, the rain late yesterday a contributor to that, I trust -- I promised myself I'd get a first draft of the meeting notes in the computer before calling it a day. They're passable, the notes. Check.

But, now I'm too tired to sleep. Not restless, particularly. Not fighting compulsive, circular thoughts. Simply, incredibly weary. Like a sailing ship becalmed on an airless sea. Eerily still.

Now what?

Patience, girl. Patience.