The Week

I am smashed. 

Cold and headache continue unabated. 

Last night I dragged myself out of bed for our Lessons and Carols. It was so so wonderful. And I got to read! My favorite thing ever--carrying the word of God to the world. Maybe I'll get a box at Hyde Park and just do it non-stop. 

We had Handel on the newly rehabilitated organ. We had carols in Spanish. And at the end, as we sang, "Silent Night," with my lap serving as a bed for the sleeping Blaze, I was so moved that Christ came needing human care. 

At this time of year, I'm always just thinking about slouching toward Bethlehem, though I'm not at all sure what that really means.