OK, I’m 19 days into a 3-month sabbatical and by now I should have accomplished a number of things…
- Lose weight. (I haven’t — hey, if you saw what they’re baking at a Benedictine monastery you wouldn’t either.)
- Read all the books I’ve been meaning to read. (I’ve completed five. I’m in the midst of four. I’ve stalled out on one. And I just ordered one more from Barnes & Noble – thank you, Natalie Keck.)
- Stop checking my e-mail. (It is absolutely a disease. I cannot say anything more about it – except, there needs to be a 12 Step Recovery group for it.)
- Achieve peace of mind. (Yeah, right.)
- Worship the Lord with gladness. (Well, I’m doing pretty good with this one. In the last 7 days, I have attended formal worship 21 times. For those of you keeping track, you will realize that I have missed worship 3 times: once because I was overtaken by a 24-hour virus and felt terribly ill; once because I had gotten my days and nights mixed up again – I was sleeping during the day because I had been reading during the night; and once because… um…I was checking my e-mail and I forgot. Oy.