A perfunctory notice of the feast day, while still not really returned to journaling, but I'm nothing if not devoted to my idiosyncrasies. I will confess to still feeling like returning to this more steady writing, on occasion. But today saw little feast day celebration as I worked on a report on campus, attended a College of Arts and Sciences strategic planning meeting, and had a long, spontaneous, and vastly entertaining evening conversation with Joe, our Irish assistant coach for the women's soccer program, which was kind of the highlight of the day. Doesn't seem like much of a day, perhaps, but it had its little moments: popping in to talk enrollment and recruiting details with Woody, having Gloria and Jahiedy in my office for a bit as they talked about Thérèse of Lisieux and John of the Cross, Penny helping me sort out Excel, laughing over the end of last season's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. with Steve, and almost continuing the conversation about the nature of philosophy that has begun with Tim.
And such is the gift of another day of life.