Not even omnipotent

When I’m especially weary, my vocabulary is pretty hopeless, and occasionally recently some of you may have had some terribly amusing conversations with me where I’ve either run out of words, or chosen the wrong one. I’m quite happy to blame the chemo (it’s a great excuse for anything…), but I fear it might be contagious. Over the weekend, one dear friend told me that I am the catechist. I’m not quite sure how to take that. Then again, it was the same friend who accused me of being “not even omnipotent”, which, I’m sure you appreciate, wasa real blow to my self-image. Not EVEN omnipotent! Ah well.