This morning, before 8 a.m. Mass at St. Vincent Ferrer, I could not bring myself to kneel and pray, so tired and unmotivated was I; and so I sat there in a pew toward the back as the monks in the sanctuary at the front of the church sang the canonical hour. I felt dissatisfied with myself but tried to console myself with the thought that at least I’d made the effort to get here, to the church, from A.’s and my apartment, and I resolved to try and pray the Rosary once Mass was finished.