As we wait for more recent entries, here is an older one. Poor Fr. Tommy. He has to deal with a guy whose need not to be alone is nearly pathological.
August 8th 2022
Dear Diary,
Low-key day. Nothing on calendar. Asked Fr. Tommy at breakfast if he had any ideas about what we could do today. He looked at me like I had asked him to explain the Trinity or something, kind of flushing red and then he got real pale. For a second I thought he was gonna hurl — maybe it was that omelette? Anyway, he assured me he was fine. So we took off for the golf course and had a great time. Fr. Tommy drives a mean golf cart. Then we stopped for a nice lunch and went shopping. Bought some great stuff! Fr. Tommy lugged all of it upstairs for me, too. He’s a nice young priest, even though with spouting all that Latin I miss some of his ‘inside jokes’ – ha! Too many more episodes like this morning, though, and I’m going to have to look into sending him for evaluation at the priest funny farm. Get it together, Tommy, or I’ll call your grandmother!
