Monday, Agust 24, 2025

For those so inclined, The Daily Office, Midday Prayer, St. Bartholomew the Apostle Louis, King of France, 1270

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I woke after seven hours of restless sleep.😴

The weathers forecast.☁️☔✔️

I'm keeping this number in check!🩺😊✔️

After waking at my usual time I watched a bit of YouTube after morning prayer, then when after taking my meds and putting together the coffee for the day I was overcome with sleepiness and decided to lay down back in bed for a bit. That was at aboyt 0430hrs. I woke again at 1330hrs.Getting asleep when I go to bed this evening is hgoing to be a bitch. I'm currently a bit upset as I'm still sleepy and am fighting the urge to go back to bed.

Yesterday was fr. Preston and wife Caroline's fifty ninth wedding anniversary ad Fr. Travis' fiftieth birthday. There was a celebration aftyer the 1030hrs Eucharist, which I didn't attend. While waiting for William to come out of the nave into the parish hall people were already starting to shout at each other. It's what tends to happen when two three are gathered in his name in the parish hall.🤣They revert to their playground voices, and the women especially turn up the volume. Surrounded by that much chatter and commotion tends to push my panic button

and the only effective way I have of dealing with that is to extract myself from the environment. It's the same suituation when during the Eucharist passing the peace transforms the nave into a schoolyard at recess. For that I have to sit and repeatedly remind myself that it will soon be calm again. I used to leave during ther peace to check of the coffee makers. As I've become less stable and more prone to falling, when moving that quickly, that maneuver is no longer an option. The "social hour" after the 1030hrs Eucharist has become much easier to avoid now that William is eager to get home instead of joining in with others. I enjoy giving him a ride to and from church. U getas my sense of humor when I make light of the way church services have changed from the way they were when we were much younger. We both miss the solemnity (what folks now refer to as "stodgy") of the Eucharist.