December 25, 2017

Heroic Christmas sleep, not entirely detached from bed and slumber until nearly 11 AM. The service at All Souls last night was sweet and mellow, a crescent moon hanging above, mostly concealed by the winter clouds.  My voice disappeared on the last hymn. This is a self-protective Christmas, an exhausted animal creeping into its den for restorative hibernation. Another way to look at it is that I have completely failed as a human being, not having answered the phone for two days, not having put up a single holiday decoration. 

Bread rises down in the kitchen. I started baking without checking to see if I had enough flour. I didn’t. Who knew that Walgreen’s would be open on Christmas, and that it would carry flour? Gathering strength--