If you followed my blog or my Facebook page while I was at Disney a few weeks ago, you will have seen me write that I felt “nekkid” over there after day two. My wristwatch — yes, I am a dinosaur and I use a wristwatch — went blank one morning as the battery died.
Yesterday, I was able to get to the local jewelry store and replace the battery. That was just half the solution. You see, I have a radio-controlled watch. Once the new battery was placed inside the casing, I had to wait for the my wristwatch to “find” the radio signal and set itself.
I thought that it would be relatively quick. I could not have been more wrong. When I went to bed last night, the watch was still displaying –:–. When I came back from the Pastoral Center this afternoon, though, the date/time were displaying and all is back in order. Woo Hoo. Naked no more!
I turned in my final article for our diocesan newspaper this morning. It will appear in the February 2nd edition of the paper. The paper is moving to an every-other-week publication so the next paper, February 16th, will have a column from the new bishop.
I wrote a “this is what I learned” column. I am grateful for the chance that I had, the last eight months, to be exposed to the job of a bishop. It makes my respect for them that much greater. As much as I respect them, though, I cannot wait for February 11th. That is when we ordain the new bishop and that is the day I officially end my time as diocesan administrator. Ah. “Just to be a pastor” once again.