I slept for nine hours last night.
My favorite brain movie has been playing in my head for a week or so. It's not an out of body experience. It's a daydream memory. It was the first Christmas I was back with my parents in Connecticut after being released from the VA hospital and we were treated to a white Christmas eve and day. Just as before the army I was again in the choir at St. John's. Just as before I left for the army I brought my cassock and surplice home to be laundered and "made like new" by my mom. It was a short walk from my parents house to St. John's and while the sidewalks on Main Street had yet to be shoveled the street was being repeatedly plowed. In my mind's theater I see myself from above walking on the compressed snow, my choir vestments slung over my shoulder, on my way to Midnight Mass. It was the first year "back in the world." It was the year my older brother and his wife (Anglican) attended church with me. My parents stayed home with their toddler (ages three and four) boys.It was the last year when everything was "right in my world."
I finally prepared the last Christmas card for mailing. It probably won't arrive until well after January 1, 2025. Whatever.
I've been thinking I may just risk the lives of fools driving new vehicles equipped with blinding white headlights and go to Midnight Mass tonight. Maybe the streets will be as vacant at 2200hrs on Christmas eve as they are at 0600hrs on Sunday mornings.&bsp;If it's raining I'll wait and go to church on Sunday.
For those so inclined, The Daily Office Evening Prayer
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