Out early–though perhaps not so bright–at 7am heading south. Arrived at St Michael’s, O’Fallon a little after 8:30, ahead of their scheduled 9am liturgy. Celebrated, preached, confirmed, and presided at a baptism, as we observed the parish’s feast of title, St Michael & All Angels. That was a pretty good day’s work right there, but I then swung over to St Paul’s in Alton, where I met briefly with whoever was still around after the post-liturgical coffee hour, and then for a while with at least a remnant of the search committee. Their transition has not been as smooth an timely as we all would have liked, so some extra pastoral attention was warranted. Home at about 2:30. Napped. Walked. Watched the Cubs beat the Pirates.