Incoherent waffle about Methodists and my brain

This evening I went to a lecture on Methodist and Anglican history by Leslie Griffiths, Baron Griffiths of Burry Port (who, I note, is exactly one month older than my father and seems to have more teeth), which was very good and has left me feeling enthused and angry and actually alive and caring about the things I spend my life doing, which is an advance on the last few weeks. Very much what I needed. A fleeting but perfect vision of my life as an integrated whole, rather than a collection of things that I do care about really, but that have annoyed me too much for comfort... But without the subtext that I Ought To Do Something About It Now, which is such a relief. I have been too tired to do anything about anything.

(I had not realised quite what happened in 1969; but from the Methodist point of view it seems to have felt much like what happened in November. I do not want to have to be angry about not having women bishops until 2056. Dear Church of England: why so full of arseholes? Or, rather, why so anxious to pay attention to the arseholes?)

Also very informative from a historical point of view. History of Church in England: all more complicated; who'da thunk it? (Particularly amused by the pamphlet by the Bishop of Exeter in seventeenwhatever that Methodists were simply a New Sort of Roman Catholic...)

Things to ponder:

- coffee was really useful this afternoon. I should have tried coffee earlier in the week.
- I really cannot count Sunday as my day of rest, because I spend four hours of an average Sunday Doing Stuff, and even though it's stuff I enjoy it wears me out. So I must be more careful with Saturdays.
- this is not going to be very easy, because there is a wedding this weekend, a committee meeting I'd forgotten about next weekend, and MOAR SINGING the weekend after, though I think that's all on the Sunday.
- everything I have decided to do has turned out to be a good thing to have done (tonight particularly) and everything I have decided not to do has turned out - well, I don't know, because I didn't do it; but staying at home has also turned out to be a good move, when I've done that.
- I am still thinking about the angels with umbrellas (this is a Camino thing, with possible application to life in general)

Also I am really looking forward to the wedding this weekend, and that's good, because I was worrying about being too wiped out to enjoy it.