Knock knock.

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Who is there? Oh, right, the missionaries! In spite of my thinking, they arrived to go to Mass with me today. I had forgotten about that. After having worked all night to get those last bits in order, and in spite of hoping to make it to Mass, I must have, finally, at some point, turned off the alarm. At 11:20, right through some dream, I started hearing the doorbell and knocking.

Up as fast as I could, wearing pajamas still, I let them in. I knew, after I woke enough to get up, what it was about. I had them wait in my living room while I ripped through brushing my teeth, showering, then dressing. I haven't moved that fast in... a very long time. We just made it to Mass. From waking through all the process to be ready took all of ten minutes, max. *zoom* All good.

Afterward I had promised a meal. But my finances being in disarray I asked if they minded if I simply fixed a meal. That was fine with them. So I made them what I made myself the other day, beef with gravy, heated hard rolls, and whatever they wanted to drink from what I had. I even asked if they minded if I spiced it just a touch. That was fine too. And, again, the meal satisfied. My bet is that they will be full for a bit.

During the drive back and the meal prep we discussed various things. Some questions about the Church, some things I knew some things I don't know or have forgotten. I really need to find my catechism. While not complete, it offers specific points more in depth than what I can usually recall off-hand. There are some other resources I have been meaning to get as well, for them but for me as well.

Oh, and I came clean with them. They want me to read the book of Mormon. But along with my issues including not knowing the source and being a bit skiddish that way, the other thing is I have a dozen other religious and another dozen political and economic books on my list. I have a difficult time settling down or gearing up to read. Chesterton, Aquinas, and a dozen other Catholic writers are pulling me to read them, I just... It is slow going. Once I get to those, and after several books on general Christian then Catholic specific apologetic tomes, I have a number of other books on my list, to include the book of Mormon. I am not sure I have that much life in me, considering how long it takes me to get through what I have. I don't just read a book. I read it with the intent to fully understand. I argue with the book, I try to see what the author sees and understand what he means, even if I disagree with him. Not so much the bible. I try to read that openly, when I read it whole. I then come back with questions in a second reading or in actual study. The thing is I lied and got caught. I hate lying, and getting caught is what should remind me not to lie.

What else today? Not sure. I have been running on pure adrenaline. Perhaps a nap to allow for a regular waking? Yeah, maybe. Good day.