I had a long and relaxing holiday weekend, and this week has, in general, been a little bit slower than the last couple of weeks. But I’ve felt tired today for no explicable reason. I was actually kind of sleepy at midday, and slipped home for lunch so that I could stretch out on the sofa. Tonight, Debra Snellen sent me some prep literature for the Bolivia trip, and I scanned it but just didn’t feel like concentrating. Don’t know what it is; maybe I’ll turn in early tonight.

I did get a delightful e-mail this evening from one of Shelbyville’s former Episcopal rectors. Although, being United Methodist, I was never one of his parishoners, I dropped by his office to talk to him sometimes and was part of a book club with him and his wife. They moved to Washington to take an inner-city parish, and now it turns out they’ve retired to Connecticut. We had lost each other’s e-mail addresses, but he happened across a Times-Gazette story on the web and from there he found my work address. It was really nice to hear from him.

Thinking back on the book club makes me a little self-conscious about how little reading I do nowadays. I watch too much TV, as I always have.