Today’s a wall-to-wall class, mass, and meeting day; Seabury is honoring Newland Smith with a lecture by Dwight Hopkins, with a dinner to which I forgot to make reservations, and general evening festivities.
I flared out about ten days ago, and will be staggering from appointment to obligation to meeting to tutorial, trying to avoid any egregiously outrageous forgetfulness. When today’s laudations all wind down, I’ll collapse in a heap and try to sleep late tomorrow morning; the blogathon over Rowan Williams has me pooped out.