Scattered thoughts from the usual pre-Evensong Panera

Ah, yes. I've had this student before, and now I remember: he's the one who is always making crazy arguments. "I think God is electrons," he says, and I groan inwardly.

And maybe a bit outwardly, now that I come to think of it.

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I'm celebrating at the 10:15 service. It's 10:20, and we're still waiting to go in. The verger starts to run back to the sacristy for the lighter, because the torches aren't lit. "Just let it go," I tell him, but he's off and running. When the procession finally gets going, I am of course the last person in. Just before I enter the church, I pass by the senior warden, who has been handing out bulletins. And I can't help myself: "This would never happen at St Michael's," I tell him

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The preacher tries to put it in perspective for me: "Well, we aim for perfection, but we don't always achieve it."

"No," I reply. "That's exactly the problem. We don't even aim for perfection."

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Email from a colleague for whom I just acquired a new laptop, a feat that took considerable effort and administrative creativity from me, the office manager, and the IT guy: "This computer is useless to me without x, y, and z."

You're welcome.

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Why does it require such an effort to give up on the idea of applying for a job for which I would clearly not be a serious candidate and that I might well not even enjoy doing?

The heart has its reasons, I suppose.