May 17, 2022

Absurdly beautiful day, cloudless, the blue more a metaphysical than a visual proposition. I love my summer routine. I love my summer routine during retirement, and resent interruptions to it. I worked on my play. I submitted plays to contests. I gardened (Watered. Weeded. Hacked out 69 bamboo shoots.) I napped. Now I’m preparing for my second bout of writing while downing tangerine-flavored sparkling water.

Full-to-the-brim Vestry meeting last night. I have only the most general notion of how to do anything ecclesiastical. Sometimes not even that.