Tuesday


  • Task planning for the week at home. (Way more in the queue than I can possibly accomplish. Must triage.) 
  • Made a bank deposit on the way in, then dropped the YFNBmobile off at the dealership for a scheduled appointment. The "brain" that controls the display through which I access the navigation system, radio, and all bluetooth connections (including my phone) has a tendency to crash and reboot, so they're replacing the part. Walked the few blocks back down to the office. 
  • Ran into the Provost, Fr Hook, and did a quick check-in on how things are going for him. 
  • Devotions in the cathedral; Morning Prayer in the office. 
  • Debriefed with the Archdeacon on some emerging issues. 
  • Conceived and hatched a homily for this Friday's ordination of David Wells to the transitional diaconate. 
  • Got to work producing a draft of the liturgy program for the institution of Fr Muriuki at Redeemer, Cairo on May 16. They're taking care of virtually all the details except this one; it's the one thing they are not equipped for. Everything went relatively smoothly, but in nonetheless consumed most of the rest of the day. 
  • For lunch I walked down to Subway on South Grand. 
  • In the afternoon, I did break away from my major project for phone conversations with the Dean of Nashotah House, the Secretary of the Board, and a priest of the diocese. 
  •  Evening Prayer in the cathedral. 
  •  Late in the afternoon, I got a call from the dealer saying my care wouldn't be ready until mid-morning tomorrow. Apparently it takes a very long time to program a new whatever it is they're putting in. So I walked home. For the record, it takes 44 minutes.

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