I haven’t written my thank-you notes yet. I will. It’s complicated, but I’m not ungrateful, just tangled.
Part of what’s tangling me is a forgotten obligation to write lectionary comments, about which I politely asked to be reminded well before the deadline — but that request fell through the cracks.
Plus, we had a very full holiday schedule, which I aggravated by enacting my file-maintenance obsession. On the other hand, I have some spotless, up-to-date file directories of which I’m very proud.
We’re shipping Josiah back to college this afternoon, at which point Pippa and I will be on our own for a few days.
I just found out that the seminary had forgotten to remind me that I’d be responsible for the self-pay part of my medical coverage during the “unpaid” part of my unpaid leave. This is OK, but I’m a shade anxious because I suspect the car needs some expensive repairs that I’ve been putting off.
At the same time, my trusty second-generation iPod’s firewire pins and battery have stopped working; it’ll play if it’s plugged in to a power source, but it doesn’t recharge or communicate with a computer (for adding or deleting tunes).
The there’s the Hilary of Poitiers sermon for next Monday.
I have to walk the dog. That, at least, I can get done, and it doesn’t cost anything. I’ll hum to myself as I walk her, in the good old-fashioned way.