After a night interrupted by trips to the head (after drinking LOTS of tea!) and by a very realistic dream about my purse being stolen while in a school library, I spent another quiet day reading, writing email, trying to drown my cold in tea and a mixture of water and white vinegar, and napping. By evening, I felt a bit better than I did Saturday night, but the cold had not yet been banished. I had a pleasant conversation with my mom in Idyllwild, CA, while Walt prepared a supper of grilled hot dogs with all the trimmings and potato chips along side–I’m glad my sense of taste is still intact!
Walt has been reading a book associated with the paper he’ll give and the discussion group he’ll lead on the sacramental theology of reconciliation at the first Leuven, Belgium, conference he’ll attend in early August, and he made good progress over the course of the day. I answered email and read some excellent articles in the Anglican Digest submitted by people who were asked to choose a prayer from the Anglican Book of Common Prayer and write about it. The weather was not as warm as it was on Saturday and, not being a “hot weather person,” I was grateful for the scattered clouds that drifted sleepily above the peaceful bay. At sunset we enjoyed watching chorus lines of Canada geese parade across Fossil Bay’s watery stage as we were surrounded by curtains of volcanic sunset colors that spilled into the sea and gradually set the hilltop clouds ablaze with fiery fuchsia and violet. Such a spectacular show!
Before retiring, we watched the second episode in the current series of the BBC’s Grantchester, and when I looked out the “port light” (window) in the aft cabin as I crawled into bed, I could see the darkened sky covered with a sparkling snow of stars!