Quite the morning.

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Mostly gaming.  Then, I thought I heard something, someone, out front.  I checked.  Expecting a package, so... but no.  Nothing, no one?

Then, I... was sure I heard something.  I checked.  Again, nothing, no one.  But... someone pulled into my drive.  I didn't recognize him, at first.  He was speaking, but I couldn't hear him.  So I went out to the drive.  Father!

Good to see him.  I was pleased.  I asked pardon for the condition of my home, but welcomed him in.  I told him a bit of my story, asked a bit of his.  Very good.  Then, to confession, the Eucharist, and the annointing of the sick.  What a grace!  I do miss these things, when unable.  I keep thinking I'll be... right to it.  But... can't.

Wonderful!  I offered him money.  He wouldn't take it.  Even for gasoline?  No.  So... okay.  He allowed me to gift the church.  An envelope, with money in it.  But he can't, won't, take money.  In any case, I am quite grateful.  I'm hoping to be back to church this coming month.  We'll see.  But, this was tended.  And, confession at least twice this year?  Right.  Might get in another time before, hopefully at church.

As we finished, the coffee pot arrived.  French press anyway.  Then, as I was cleaning that out, and getting ready for another coffee, but an easier one, the nurse, for my doctor, called.  Something about the kidneys.  Not blocked, by... in poor condition.  We knew that.  So, go on to the appointment arranged.

While she was on the phone, I asked about potassium and blood test strips.  Neither of which arrived.  She said they suggested it was sent.  I promised it didn't arrive.  I checked again.  The package is still right there.  But, no.  Neither arrived.  Everything else, but not that.  So... right.  She'll... look into it.  I was going to have to call her, so receiving the call was quite... good.  Fortuitous.

The strang thing isn't that everything happened all at once.  It's more that... they didn't confound one and the other.  Very unusual.  I expect things to all happen at once, but usually they trip one over the other.  Not this time?  How... perfect.

To have the Eucharist is to have life.  Confession is a grace, and I am getting better at it.  I'm still a mess, but I try.  And God knows this is how things should work.  Why praise God?  He is worth it.  Even if I have to be humble and ask it to be delivered.  The joy of it is beyond words.

Well... on to something.  Or... nothing?  I don't know.  But, in better peace, and in grace.  It is a good thing, a very good thing.  Later.