conjectural navel gazing; jesus in lint form

a day in the life of this pastor

5:45am: The alarm did not go off. So, we were up 45 minutes late.
6:00am: Coffee...and von Balthazar's Truth is Symphonic. I am reading this as my private devotional at this time. Wow. Trish was working on some of her sewing projects for Christmas. She leaves on Saturday for the east.
7:00am: Get ready for the work day
8:00am: Drop Trish off at the train
8:15am: Sort through my mail; salt sidewalks for the mom and tots program at the church; go upstairs to check e-mail
9:00am: greet mom and tot teachers; greet social worker for our other "momcare" program
9:30am: Discuss future of MomCare with a church member working with the program and the social worker.
10:30am: e-mailing about programs at the church; other stuff that shall remain confidential
11:30am: bulletin for this Sunday
12:00pm: chat with music director at the church
1:30pm: go home for lunch; get keys to "loaner car" and prep for mandolin lesson
2:30pm: mandolin lesson
3:30pm: drive to other neighborhood for hospital visit
4:30pm: thought member was to be discharged on Friday. Happily incorrect in this assumption
4:45pm: at coffee shop in same neighborhood working on sermon (much accomplished) and posting this

This is anticipated...UPDATED!

6:00pm: drive to other neighborhood across town for some premarital counseling with congregation members
7:00pm: said dinner/meeting
8:30pm: drive to Cafe Bong to hang with a friend and toast the life of another.
10:30pm: meet Trish at local restaurant/bar to "canoodle" with friends from monologue workshop. The guest teacher is Jeffrey Carlson.
2:00am: arrive at home, unload stuff from my pockets, go to bed

Yeah, that about sums up the day. These days are becoming more and more normative. Huh. (Re: update - the 2am bedtime is far from usual. But, um, otherwise this is what most days look like.)