Categories: church, life, decisions, work
Date: 04 January 2009 22:49:53
I had intended to spend a few days post-Christmas in Glasgow, but in view of state of health of me, state of health of host, and the current joys of the West Coast Main Line, (I'd've been travelling back today) it's just as well I didn't. Being at home on my own has probably done me more good for now.
Tomorrow, I really do need to pick up a whole heap of stuff that would, in the normal course of events, been organised before Christmas, there are accounts, invoices, meetings to organise, emails to send, paperwork to organise. There are conversations to be had.
Then there is other Big Stuff to think about again. Somehow, it seemed a lot further off, that time scale thought about in early December, but this side of Christmas, it's looking scarier. For now, I need to concentrate on the immediate, definitely until I've had the two discussions, if not three, that need to be had.
I muttered about having a retreat... well, I don't think I exactly had a traditional retreat of any decription, I certainly don't think I can count it as the one my rule of life demands, but somewhere in that spell of solitariness, and little to do but get better, God got a few words in edgeways. More than a few, and by some very sneaky means as well , I might add.