Yesterday’s meeting was useful, the new products and recipes were cool, and Janalisa came home with me afterwards for tea and conversation, which was fun.

I stole a speaker’s notes.

Yep. I really did.

The speaker was presenting on an area of the business in which I really need to improve. She has quite a bit of authority in the area in question, and average sales 10 times mine. She kept scanning her notes and obviously skipping sections because she was short on time. I wanted to know what she had to say.

So, after the session, I was cleaning the tables and I came upon her notes. They were printed out, so she obviously has them on her computer, so I wasn’t depriving her of anything. Still, I had three options. I could have treated them as left-behind papers and thrown them away. I could have tracked the speaker down and returned the notes to her, or indeed asked her permission to keep them. I could have scanned them quickly to see what the audience had missed. I could have tucked them into my stack of goodies and kept them to read later. I chose the last option.

I don’t think there was anything very wrong with this. However, I was interested to see the mental process I went through after making the decision to keep those notes.

First, I told someone else. There’s another woman on my team whom I don’t know well but whom I like. I seek her out when we are both at meetings like these. She came up and I told her what I was doing. I guess this allowed me the chance to be convinced that I was doing wrong. She could have said, at that point, “Oh, don’t do that! I just saw the speaker over in the other room — go ask her permission.” I would have done that. Not as a matter of compliance or peer pressure, but because another perspective would have persuaded me that there was something wrong.

She was kind of admiring of my daring, actually.

Then I left the notes on top of my pile for a few minutes. Having told someone and also put the papers on top of the pile, I was not being secretive. The speaker could have come in at any moment, asking for her notes, and had a sporting chance of getting them back.

Having accomplished this ceremonial openness, I then tucked them under some other papers. I wanted them, after all.

I have two services again this morning. I am singing a solo in the first service — a Lenten song to the lovely Welsh tune “Ton y Botel.” Then the choir has a fine anthem for the second service and maybe it will sound better in the service than it did in rehearsal. I did some housekeeping yesterday and finished quilting the middle of the table runner. Since I have determined to read my Book Club book on Sundays (having given up novels for Lent), I will carve out some time for that this afternoon. I will be spending as much time as possible with #1 daughter, as well, and getting my Living Room tasks done as much as I can without interfering with those higher priority goals. I have some phone calls to make, but intend not to get too caught up in work. My current nonfiction book, Serve God, Save the Planet, is pretty convincing about the value of observing the (or, indeed, a) Sabbath.

I don’t think that I will get caught up in a downward spiral into a life of crime, but I’ll let you know if I do.