Tomorrow I am going on retreat. Two and a half days of silence.
I imagined it for fifteen years before I actually went, and then it was only because Dancer's godmother made a reservation for me a year in advance. I didn't go last year, and am looking forward to it, desperately. If you've got prayer requests and send me an email before noon on Friday, I'll bring'em along.
I'll be bringing paper and pencil and not much else.
See you on Monday.