Today was one of those train wreck kinds of days.
It began with the early morning. I had to go to the hospital to have blood drawn and it was a fasting blood draw. As I approached the chapel of our church, I saw parishioners standing outside. No one opened up shop that morning because of a miscommunication. So, I went inside to unlock.
It was then that I was told — a full day after the fact — that the visiting priest had not shown up yesterday morning. I couldn’t wait around to take Mass in case that happened again today because I could not eat or drink due to the blood test.
One of our deacons was there to help with Mass, so, if the priest did not show, he would have a Communion service. Which is what he had to do because they had not shown.
When I got back from the hospital, I was miffed, confused, concerned: pick an emotion. Throughout the morning, I found out that there was a communication issue among our visiting priests and they are now on the same page and will be here next week. That is good because Fr. Declan will be gone on a week’s time off. Next week would have been his retreat; but, the retreat center is still closed due to the pandemic.
Couple that with several appointments throughout the day and call me dazed and confused. I hope a good night’s sleep will help me feel better tomorrow. Heck, for that matter, I’ll take a bad night’s sleep. Just, please, let me sleep.