Just curled up on the couch with a cup of Irish tea, warming up. Walked this morning in the rain and had to change clothes and throw all my wet gear in the dryer. But here I am ready to blog. Already had an email from Steve saying, where’s today’s post? OK, OK, I’m coming.

I did 1/303th of a Camino Frances this morning. My first lap around I just walked and grumbled. Splash, splash, splash. My second lap I took some video and grumbled. Splash, splash, splash. Then on my last time around I got in my rosary and prayed for the rock pile. Splash, splash, splash.

I went to Reconciliation this morning after Mass. That is the new word for Confession. I try to go fairly often, like every two months. That’s pretty often by today standards. It went well and as a lifelong Protestant it is challenging to make happen. But I always feel better afterward, lighter. Also, that is good to do that as part of Lent.

Gee, that was scary! Just nodded off and mistakenly fingered this post into the trash by mistake. But I found it and revived it. Man, I can make the weirdest mistakes and fat fingerisms.

I’ve got some important phone calls to get done today and need to get the house organized for Annie and the film crew coming on Friday. A good day for all that. I can look out the window and think about how we really need this rain and not actually have to be out in it.

People,have been checking in saying how they enjoy this blog. That is really satisfying. Then a friend from my bible class let me know that he prayed for me twice a day as he past the ranch on his way to and back from work each weekday. Nice things. Thanks you all, love, Felipe.