It’s been a week I wouldn’t want to repeat. Nothing by itself was overwhelming, but taken together, it took a lot out of me. Too much really.
The good: Back to work (yes, really). Eugene Rivers was good as well.
The bad: Crushing demands and busyness. I had little soul left at the end of the long days. I get focused on task completion and was trying really hard not to. It didn’t matter. After two 12-13 days at the start of the week, a few unpleasant surprises, and little space for renewal, I moved into survival mode. And now it’s over and it’s taking my weekly Sabbath (today) to recover.
And to pledge not to live in this mode next week.
One more thing: I got an e-mail from my Dad’s social worker this morning. A neighbor found Dad out on the landing outside his flat after midnight last night, disoriented and not dressed completely appropriately. Police were called, and Dad wandered back into his apartment. They’re putting it down to getting out of bed disoriented and walking out the wrong door. Hope that’s all it is.
Lord, have mercy.