So I had planned for the first part of this week to take a personally designed retreat, and it's already hit a snag.
Yesterday I was called to the hospital bedside of a parishioner, whose health had taken a dramatic turn downward since I'd seen him earlier in the week. Some five hours later, he slipped away. The year's strange trend of death coinciding with planned time away continues (Eden's Herbster event being the exception).
Did I mention that I'm also giving the homily at a friend's wedding on Saturday?
Did I mention that I just agreed to do the funeral Saturday morning?
These two events are far enough apart time-wise that making both of them will not be a problem. However, the overall tone of the week has just changed dramatically. What once was to be a time to rest and refocus has now become a time to write, plan, visit, comfort, oh, and there's that thing that I always have to do on Sunday.
It's going to be one of those weeks.