Monday, September 22, 2025

For those so inclined, The Daily Office, Morning Prayer St. Matthew, Apostle and Evangelist

I woke after twelve hours of sound sleep.😴✔️ 

 The weather forecast.😒☁️☔☔ 
 Considering the ice cream binge yesterday it's still a bad number, but not as bad as it could be😒🩺❤️.

Bishop Kay Ryan was at church yesterday for confirmations. Twelve persons were either welcomed from other denominations or confirmed for the first time into the Episcopal church.  I got to meet with the bishop, as a member of the vestry, and she thanked me for my miistry to veterans with PTSD.
Before church I spoke with Fr. Travis before 0830 Eucharist to discuss my concerns with Linda Gana. As a lay Eucharist visitor I take communion to parishioners who, for justifiable reasons can't make it to Mass on Sunday mornings. Of late I've had the feeling that she's been using this service as a reason to avoid having to come to church. I've told her several times that I'm suppossed to to be requested through the office and she's been treating my visits more like a personal favor. I also reminded Fr. Travis that communion under special circumstance (like a visit by a lay person) is suppossed to be delivered by a team of two. Waiting until the last minute during a parishioner courtesy phone call does not meet that criteria, nor does it comply with standard "safe church practices". 

After stressing myself out going over all that LEV stuff I took a six hour nap.
If you get upset that merchants start decorating for Christmas before Halloween, brace yourself. My favorite Pandora radio station is Christmas radio. To fall asleep and have a truly restful nap or night's sleep I listen to all the Christmas music I listened to when I was a child. It's not visions of ugar plums that fill my dreams, but memories of Christmas cards and watching the annual puppet presentation of "The Night Before Christmas" and The Navity Story", sponsored by the Southern New England Telephone Company (SNETCO) on Christmas Eve. My mom would make eggnog and open a box of her favorite ribbon candy. My brothers and I would each get a cup of hot chocolate with a candy cane. If memories like that don't inspire wonderful dreams during naps or a night's sleep, you're paying your analyst way too much.

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