My car is in Illinois. I am in Jersey. Cars are required to get places in Jersey, and I have been going places. This is more or less convenient, because Dad works in the city, and so long as he gets to his bus stop in the morning, he has no problem with me using his car.
I'm working at my old job again. I used to work 9-5, which gave me plenty of time to attend 8am Mass at a nearby church (unbeknownst to them). But since they asked me to come back for 8:30-4:30, and this allows me to drop Dad off at his bus stop (rather than forcing Mom to get up early and do so), I decided to forego my preference of attending daily Mass (for I know that this is not a requirement for a good, holy Christian life) during the time when I'm home, and to focus instead on singing the Divine Office and asking Our Lord to come to me in spiritual communion.
And it has been wonderful to focus on the prayer of the whole people of God, singing psalms and spiritual canticles. As someone who is not canonically bound to its recitation, imposing this discipline upon myself has been a great blessing indeed.
But I've also noticed that these past few days have been filled with more longing for romance than had the weeks previous. And I can't help but wonder how much that is connected to the sacramental distance I've had from my divine Beloved.
O God, you are my God, for you I long...