The day has slipped by me.
Awake at 6:30 a.m. coughing so much I couldn't sleep.
Back to bed at 8:00 and peace from the coughing found me at last.
One small and warm little doggy tucked in beside me, his breath warm and steady against my arm.
Coughing again, I awake.
It's 1:11 p.m. according to the clock. No more sleep for me.
Really. How did I do this, I ask, as I slip into jeans, sweater, shoes.
The rain is steady, the beating on the roof like bullets. Time to uncover the succulents and let them breathe.
Mass is ended and Merry Christmases have been given to friends.
My mood now somber as the day. Fr. Jeff has been transferred.
A talk with Kris demands caution and just the right words.
At home, I'm surrounded by the voices of the Luther College choir.
Luther College of Decorah, Illinois. A bit of history for me.
A summer music camp for Quanah, '97. Serendipity resonates
as I see the bassoon in the orchestra. Tears glisten on a young man's glowing face, the emotions of the music stirring deeply.
9:06 p.m. - I'm letting the day slowly wind away.
Christmas Eve tomorrow celebrated with carols and a Vigil Mass.
Delaware's first Christmas. He left the tree alone but tackled the manger lambs who had to be rescued from gnawing little jaws.
And so the day ends. The rain takes a breaks,
My somber mood lifts. The eve before the Eve embraces us.
And tomorrow's busy schedule knocks lightly -
yams, and cranberry sauces, and green beans await my attention.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.