A sanctuary of peace

Master, bless.

My most precious ones,

it is a beautiful fall morning... Nature can be such a sweet blessing. The leaves are golden in the light of the rising sun.

I shall start receiving communion again next friday, God willing; Father Lindsay wanted no delay. It had originally been scheduled on monday, but we both forgot it was Thanksgiving that day.

Once I have resumed attending church and partaking of the Eucharist on a weekly basis, I shall regain my equilibrium.

For the most part, I have been resting, which I think has been wise. Today I shall have lunch with my mother and go to the bank.

Your devoted
Logospilgrim, the quiet professor