No, Saturday

I slept late this morning — all the way to quarter after seven! — and when I woke up I was aghast, because I had planned to go to the 8:00 service at St Nicolas this week, to watch the way it goes, since I’m saying the 8:00 Mass next week. I was almost completely dressed and already planning to leave the house directly when it slowly began to dawn on me that today is Saturday, and that there was no pressure at all to get anyplace.

But I opted not to run, and instead said Morning Prayer and answered emails and started cooking breakfast. Then at noontime I wandered in to St Helen’s, where I walked through the way Mass is said there (different rite, different blocking). Home, and I had just come close to finishing lunch, when the dogs needed a walk….

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