The Hand

Woke up in pieces this morning, felt as a pile of trash to be disposed any time soon... Got myself fixed somehow, thought quickly that all this is due to high B.P. probably. Shrugged off worries, jumped into my old truck and drove slowly to Bunda for the regular service as a confessor of Discalded Cloistered Carmelite Sisters in Bunda Carmel. It was my first time there since I came back from holidays, as they had the Superior General of Carmelite Fathers with them for Christmas and New Year services...