March 11, 2022
Vestry retreat in Zabriskie Hall. I’m such a miser of my own time that I probably can’t evaluate meetings with any objectivity. It was not unpleasant. It was one of those Episcopalian gestures meant to insure everything gets done in a particular way so explanations and justifications of the process are already in place before any criticism can be leveled. New people possibly found it valuable, but the plague was such that my vestry class did not have a session like it, and I never felt the lack. Rye Knot afterwards with Jack and DJ. Chatter and vodka (Not Russian) got the bile out of my system.
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