Last Friday I awakened with a sense of happiness because I had the day off from work. I got up at my usual time, dropped my wife off at her office, and then headed down I-65 South. It was a cool morning that required a light sweater. As I drove along the busy highway I was anxious to leave the city. The morning sun appeared in the eastern sky and I could feel its warmth on my face. My day was nothing unusual from many other days off. I had breakfast with my friend, Father Dennis, we visited the monastery bookstore, and then we spent part of the afternoon talking about life and solving all of the world's problems. I love to take these small excursions, getting away from normal routines, and just being who I am. Although these are generally relaxing days, I am always tired when I return home. I think it feels relaxing to leave the hectic pace of the city and the workday. I feel like I am slowing down more and more the further away I get from everything. When it’s time to return everything is reversed. I leave my relaxed state and everything, especially the traffic, is more intense the closer I get to home. This time around, once I was home the rest of the weekend was busy. My son is home for a week before beginning his summer assignment at a nearby parish. Chloe spent the night on Saturday so that kept me hopping. Yesterday was Mother’s Day which included a family dinner in a restaurant and a visit to my 82 year old mother.
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