A complicated morning has descended on the house. I’m dropping my car off for an oil change, cooking lunch for my colleagues at school (with attendant groceries), presenting to the parents association during first period, and grading two sets of papers by first period so I can return them in second period.
Better get a move on. One set. I’m reminded of the quote attributed to Saint Francis de Sales, “I always meditate for a half hour. Unless I’m busy. Then I meditate an hour.” I don’t understand how he found that extra half hour. I want it. I don’t know where it’s coming from but I want it.