After all, I’m off work for a few days with a bug. And my thinking is running a bit slow.

But the way I think is with my fingers. At the moment, writing this note to you gives me some focus, some distraction, something different than napping and watching the Packers win and watching other people’s homes be renovated.

Because I was down on Saturday, I didn’t have a chance to write the sermon I was going to write. (Tomorrow you’ll read from the sermon I wrote three years ago.) Because we’ve been napping, I haven’t worked on the projects I have on my list.

As I sit here and think through my activities since the first of the year, I’m aware that I’ve written more than I thought, that I’ve done more than I thought, that I’ve worried more than I need have. I’m grateful for the time away that Nancy and I took last week (I wrote about it at my Finding Words in Hard Times newsletter 048 – Remind yourself of how you want to help. (substack.com).)

A friend who is also ill wrote on Instagram yesterday that her “self-compassion is low and frustration is high”. It was a perfect way to capture what happens when our drive and the capacity of our bodies collide.

We’ll be fine. I’ll be back to work soon. I’m grateful for a chaplain team where we fill in for each other. And thanks for listening.

I’ll go back to the end of the Packers game and another remodeling show and a nap, grateful for you.