So far being alone in my rooms hasn't been so bad. I worry that I am prematurely positive about this. Is there something for which I am not preparing? I think of prisoners thrown into solitary confinement and wonder how they get started. One can only sleep so long. I know solitude is where one can find God and himself, but - well - I'm a planner.
So yesterday I sat down and made a plan. I am not going to just sleep through this. I put together a list of things that I will do every day so I don't end up on Monday (only Monday for Pete's sake) wearing 10 day old pajamas and covered in stubble and cheese powder.
And the best part of the day is celebrating the Mass on my grandparent's victrola. Notice that I can see the church where right now there is adoration going on and people praying. And the little rose window replica is from the old St. Sebastian church and would have been what the priests would have seen when they celebrated Mass here before Vatican II.
Time for the next part of the day! Forward! Stay well! Praying for all my readers.