and Windows taketh away.
Well, it's not fair to blame Windows for the fact that I had eight pages of a chapter done before 1:00 and suddenly, with no provocation on my part, my computer screen was suddenly transformed into a work of modern art consisting of numerous thin vertical lines. And no responsive anything. God be praised, by the end of the day I had recouped the work, but that was all. And since I had made a commitment this morning to do a massive clean-up job in our book center entrance (the doorway is used, to put it delicately, for purposes other than ever intended, with odiferous results), I couldn't even promise myself to come back and finish the chapter. In fact, we just ended now. The heavy, carpeted mat that was the principal victim of our efforts is balanced on its end in the garage, and I really am pushing it to post this blog and see if anyone in the world wrote to me today.
St. Benedict tells me, "Prefer nothing to the love of Christ." Not even progress in a very holy project!