This weekend we took a group of our high school students to the Franciscan University of Steubenville for the summer youth retreat. It was in the 90s and packed and I am a bit of a fuddy-duddy anyway on top of being merely uncomfortable and stinky.
There was absolutely nothing wrong with the youth conference. It is just that it was designed more for youth, not a 50 year old guy. My idea of a retreat is a meeting with a director for an hour or so and then going away to think and pray - silently - in air conditioning - alone - in a comfortable chair.
In case of emergency back at the ranch, I left my cell phone number at the parish. But everything seemed well in hand when I left and I really did not expect to hear anything.
It is nice to know that the world can get along perfectly well without me and that the parish is such a well oiled machine that they would not even know if I was gone for a month.
And even if that is not true, I have an active enough imagination and a fierce ability to live in denial to convince myself for a while that it is.