Most important, keep my sister Holly in your thoughts. She’s having a hard time; Margaret is on her way to sit with her, but there doesn’t seem to be any particularly good news on the horizon.
Yesterday I sat down to clear out some backed-up (but not forgotten) marking, when a small but forceful avalanche of tasks with immediate deadlines descended on me. Holy Week is that way.
Short run this morning, at a leisurely pace. The weather is cold and unsettled, the dogs have been anxious and acting out (one has diarrhea), and I have to go to the Oxford Chrism Mass this morning, then Maundy Thursday Mass at St Nic’s this evening. At least the sermon is sorted.
But most of all, Holly…