Dale and I were on a hike yesterday and as usual, when I am in motion, I get loose lips. “I feel guilty. I’m working from home. No makeup. No dress up. No gas expenditures. And I’m pulling in a good salary. So are you. This shelter in place has been sort of nice for us. But not for others. I feel guilty.”
Dale’s response? “It’s the Catholic in you.”
I was grateful for his comment. He noticed. Even though my Sunday Mass attendance has been abysmal and at times I can cuss like a sailor. You can take the girl out of the Catholic but you can’t take the Catholic out of the girl. Maybe I’m still going to heaven. Who knows.
On the downhill, Dale wants to run. I say go ahead. I’d rather walk. And walk in silence with this beautiful sky. It’s Holy Thursday and I am craving God.
