Lots going on, but not much to write about. Work is very busy and things continue to arc towards December 20th with an ecclesiastically deliberate pace. Started Dostoevsky’s The Idiot and am enjoying it. Picked up another one (The Emerging Diaconate) while I was on retreat, but haven’t started it yet. Francis de Sales in bits and pieces.
Things are definitely cooling off slowly outside, though I’m looking at a yard that needs mowing again and lots of weeds vigorously growing where they ought not be. The only vegetation I want to think about right now is the kind that takes place on the couch with bourbon.