Being Known

I never really noticed how predictable my routine has become until other people started knowing it better than i do sometimes, there are certain days and certain times when i’m usually at the church or convent, and apparently i’ve been doing the same things consistently enough that people actually notice when something changes. If i’m later than usual, somebody will usually ask if everything is alright, if i arrive much earlier, someone asks what i’m usually reading this time, as i take the early time to read. Father somehow remembers which days i have physical therapy and can usually tell when i’m more tired afterward, and there have been a few times where he’s asked how something went that i had completely forgotten mentioning to him in the first place. I’m starting to think priests have an unreasonable amount of storage space in their brains for everybody else’s schedules it happens at the convent too, they know roughly when i tend to appear, what days i’m usually busy, when i can…