what do you THINK?
Sunday morning seven-thirty-two, sitting here in my chair at my table by my window looking out across the Bay, slowly enjoying my magic mug of hot & black from my monthly coffee club. This cup of coffee is my first significant event of a day, and waking up while enjoying it unrushed, sans pressure to hurry, affects how I feel about the rest of my day. Some urgent sense of Passing Time this morning, though, because it was our rotating day for eight o'clock Church, but getting up four Times in the night led to my sleeping until just after seven o'clock, making it a ten-thirty Sunday. From arriving in Apalachicola summer 1984 until total retirement after being supply priest for Shell Island Sunday summer 2025, Sunday was my favorite day of the week for, what? forty-one years? Sunday is still my favorite breakfast because Sunday mornings Linda makes soft-scrambled cheese eggs; otherwise Sunday is different for me anymore: unless there's an early doctor appointment dur...