I’m late for a very important, very important second. Must get myself together. Must follow the check off list: pay bills, do the chores put aside for a single day out of the office, mow, do lessons, do research, do writing, and get ready. Get ready, get ready, get ready. It will take me all day, but I must get ready. Can’t let it take me by surprise.
T. Merton would rush to the hermitage. He would, I think.
Then at 8 PM EDT I shall just immerse myself in reverent silence for the moment.
I have been waiting so long for you, no it, no you.
Come leap second, come.