Friday (St Alcuin)

  • Arrived at the cathedral/office complex and puttered around the cathedral nave and chancel *kind of* getting ready for the Diocesan Council Mass, but not fully because the painters, who had scaffolding erected all over the place just yesterday, were still working on clearing out of that end of the building and setting up in the other one. I was able to get a few things done, however. 
  • Short form of Morning Prayer in the office.
  • Got my iPad and Bluetooth keyboard set up and worked on drafting my homily for Proper 6 (June 4-5 in Robinson, Albion, and Mt Carmel).
  • Presided and preached at the Council Mass, keeping the lesser feast of St Alcuin of York.
  • Presided over the regular quarterly meeting of the Diocesan Council. There was a positive spirit, and we got done what needed to be done (looking at YTD finances, approving outreach grants, to name a couple of the highlights) quite efficiently, and were finished right around noon.
  • The usual handful of post-meeting sidebar conversations.
  • Check my voicemail and heard the unexpected news that my computer was ready to be picked up, so I headed right there. It turned out the only problem was some missing screws on the bottom of the case. Once they were replaced, everything held together and talked to one another very nicely. I was a very happy camper.
  • Lunch at home. Leftovers.
  • Returned to drafting the sermon for Proper 6, and completed the task.
  • Put some concentrated brainpower into roughing out the four 40-minute teaching sessions available to me at the St Michael's Youth Conference.
  • Evening Prayer in the cathedral. 
  • In the evening at home: Drafted a somewhat lengthy Ad Clerum--letter to the clergy--that should get sent out electronically on Monday.

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