Leaky Faucets

Sometimes—and this certainly depends on my mood—I think I could live the life of a cloistered nun, if not for the requirements of being Catholic and female.  There is a group of such nuns living in a convent near our house; they are friends of my in-laws and often come to the house.  I saw a few of them the other day at JY Square Supermarket in their red habits.  I know they walked the mile or so to get there, which I would enjoy if I weren’t in a hurry, though I wonder if those habits are comfortable in this heat.    I would certainly enjoy the days spent reading and studying, and most importantly not socializing.  Like I said, it depends on my mood.  If it is sour, I sometimes dream about getting away from everyone.  This would be one way to do it.