Ten-Finger Exercises

swatting flies

I meant to go to work today. I don't have many patients who care about seeing a chaplain right now, so I don't feel pressed. Still, I thought I'd go to staff meeting at church and then show up at the office. I didn't. I just didn't get going in time. I kind of wandered from room to room swatting flies, watering plants, sweeping the floor, picking up things from one pile to put them in another. I thought about baking zucchini bread but didn't get it done. Too hot for baking anyway. Not a very productive day, but that's okay. I'm glad Bill didn't say anything about my staying home again.

Nobody other than the priest who brought me the news in the first place and a retired priest have called. I'm sure they know. Several of them knew Hank. It's hard to do. People don't know what to say. I know that. I never knew either. But it sure feels funny not having anybody call.