Last night I had this funny dream: I was beside Merton in a choir stall and he was bent down low over a tape recorder and started to play a tape of a hundred children voices laughing lightheartedly. All the other monks started laughing, too. Merton looked up at me with a knavish smile on his face. Someone said: That's Merton again, up to another one of his tricks.
At every corner of the day I am waylaid by things that distract me from You.
6:30 a.m.: It is dark outside. I lie in bed listening to the birds singing the Divine Office outside: Lauds.
