Not consistently smart

I was in bed just after eleven last night, fell asleep immediately and slept quite well. I was annoyed to find that my Fitbit watch failed to record the first hour's sleep altogether and refused to record the missing hour manually. This happens occasionally in a random way. The worst thing is that all the clever statistics and so called coaching advice the thing generates is based on a watch telemetry failure. Smart watch? Huh! 

I drove Clare to UHW for another eye checkup after breakfast, but couldn't stay with her. I had food bank shopping to do before the Eucharist at St Catherine's. We were six men at the service this morning. There was no coffee and chat in the hall afterwards, as it had been hired for use as a film by a S4C production company, to judge by the few scenic additions made to the hall exterior. Four of us went around the The Wardrobe coffee shop in King's Yard instead. As it was sunny we were able to sit outside and chat. On my way home I collected the veggie bag from Chapter. Clare was cooking a curry for lunch when I got back.

After we'd eaten, I started preparing the text for Morning Prayer the week after next. I've made an effort to archive texts of the reflections written and published on WhatsApp for each Thursday morning since I joined in doing this regularly when I returned from Ibiza in May 2020. I've done this in fits and starts and only once since the beginning of this year. I spent an hour copying and pasting texts into my archive file until it was up to date. 

I don't know how much longer I'll continue doing this, given there's no feedback and nobody new has offered to fill the existing gap, so others have to double up. I used to do this but seem to have less time to offer these days. Three lay and two clerical volunteers contribute, but the full time clergy don't. I think it's a legacy affair they'd rather not have to deal with, so it just drifts on with nobody willing to take the lead and ask questions about what we're doing now and why let alone whether we could be improving the offer of daily prayer from and for the parish.

I went for a walk at four, once around Thompson's Park, then across to Llandaff Fields for another circuit and a trip to the Co-op. It was nearly dark by the time I got back.

After supper I spent the whole evening writing a reflection and editing it down to the right size. Some days this task comes quick and easy, other times, like this evening, not.