No, it’s not the last Palm Sunday (heaven permitting), not even the last of my life, but the last Palm Sunday on which I’ll have a canonically obligatory role. I’ll be at St Michael’s (come to the park for our 9:30 start!); we’ll have the very short procession into the church, and then the Mass as usual.
Good average run this morning, coffee and fruit, shower, maybe a bit of coffee and toast to tide me over, then I’ll go for Palm Sunday, and then home perhaps to catch the hour I was docked last night (old man waves his cane at clouds), or maybe not.