Maybe the pandemic is finally getting to me.
I have nothing to write.
I feel fine, though I still itch that three doctors so far can't explain--no rash and mostly in bed...I itch.
I am in touch with two friends--Chris and George--from decades ago. They used to call me 'Bomber' and I had forgotten that nickname until Chris tracked me down and emailed me.
I tend to have 'serial relationships'--I leave people behind and find new people. What a joy to hear from these two old friends--both priests--who worked with me in West Virginia.
"Bomber"--I'll have to ask them why they called me that when we zoom.
I'm co-leading a zoom workshop on Forgiveness. We had out first round, with 13 folks--all from Ireland--last Saturday. We'll meet again on March 6 as a group. In between, we're matched up and have to have a conversation with another about whether we'll willing to forgive. Deep Stuff.
I think I mentioned Bern and I have vaccine appointments on March 5. I can't wait!
I'll be doing a virtual service at Trinity, Milton for March 14 and, hopefully, an in person service there for Easter. I may become their part-time priest when things are a bit closer to 'normal'--whatever 'normal' will be for us....
If you haven't watched "Shitt$ Creek" on Netflix, you really. really, really should.
I love it more than anything I've ever seen on TV.
And I have nothing to write about....