The things they don’t teach you at theological college, part 134: What to do with dead ants in the consecrated wine. I don’t think I had any other option, I poured the wine into the earth outside and started again.
I visited the renal (kidney) clinic today for my sixth monthly check-up (only this visit should have been in November and for various reasons I’ve not gone until now). Anyway, it was both reassuring (because I saw a lovely doctor who really listened to me! I felt listened to; I can’t tell you how important that was) and also worrying (because I had the highest recorded blood pressure (BP) reading I’ve ever had: 180/96! — it should be about 140/60 ish, I think).
Anyway, I’ve been told quite firmly that I need to focus on getting my BP down. A losing some weight wouldn’t be a bad thing too. If I can get a less stressful job with clearer boundaries then all the better, because this job appears to be slowly killing me. And that wasn’t just a figure of speech!
The good news, however, is that I got some good reading done in the waiting room. Liminality, there’s a word I’ve not read in a book for a while. But that’s neither here nor there.
This evening we had a ministry team meeting: three hours of rotas, after an hour of fine food, fine company and good chat.
I may blog while we’re away; I may not. I may just take a break and return here next week. (But knowing me, I probably will!)
PS My email server is down just now, so I probably won’t be able to access that either until I’m back in Edinburgh. If it’s urgent: sorry.