How We Roll

So, this morning I opened the file of my St. Hilary’s Day sermon, and discovered that the “sermon” portion of the text that had been between the heading and the leftover idea-scraps after the ending — all the stuff I’d been planning actually to say, was gone.
Luckily for me, and uncharacteristically for me, I had printed a near-complete draft of the sermon toward the end of the afternoon yesterday. So this morning begins with me rolling in to the Center, scooping up my printed notes, and retyping them. Since I was going to give the text a once-over for polishing and refining anyway, the effect is the same. It began, however, with a most jarring turn.
Update: I printed rather earlier in the afternoon than I had imagined when I typed the words above. The preserved fragment amounts to about half of the sermon text I had prepared. We’ll see how this all plays out.

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