The ‘flu is passing. Slowly. I thought I was well enough yesterday to do a few hours desk work and attend (not chair) a vestry meeting. That turned into 6 hours at the desk, plus the meeting, and a giant lesson in overestimating my abilities as I crawled into bed exhausted. So today I am not trying to work. I’ve found the back of a kitchen cupboard I hadn’t seen for a while. I’m looking for recipies for each of the varieties of bean and grain that have been lying there ignored. I might do a bit of light hoovering before the cleaning party come to prepare the rectory for the visiting bishop on Sunday.
The congregation have been great, offering practical help and lots of encouragement (if that’s what one calls repeated cries of ‘stop that now. go to bed’).
I would feel better about a week of lounging around if I had the concentration either to pray or to read theology. But I don’t. So instead, it is cookbooks and Harry Potter, and a very happy cat.