A most lovely day...

'Jever have one of those days?
Everything turns out perfectly, everything is pleasant, everything works, everything is on time, every thing is available?

Errands to run, but wanted to go into Chicago.
Needed to make copies (LEGAL! Copyright Police, don't you come 'round my door!) before final full choir rehearsal,but the rectory copier is on it's last legs -- so I hie myself over to school, and THERE IS NO ONE IN THE COPIER ROOM.

I mean, what are the chances? So quick work of Shepherds' Farewell, In Splendoribus, Break Forth O Beauteous Heavenly Light, and Silent Night in myriad different languages -- all legible !!!! (rectory copier would have produce scores with note heads, but essentially no staff lines... but unlike Big Julie, I can only sometimes remember "where they formerly was...")

Then, despite heavy traffic, we hit the loop in record time, and I ask, expecting "no," , do you think we can go to Noonday Prayer? and somehow, there we are!

Arrived at St John Cantius in good time, perfect parking space and... it was just lovely, sp prayerful, so beautiful. One of the brothers asked if we had a LotH, and we didn't and he said, here, use mine, and showed me with what ribbons he had marked Proper and Ordinary.

(From what did the dour traditionalist canard arise? are there more delightful people than the Canons Regular?)

And dropped off a very nice donation to the SAG library, (perfect parking space) and up 'round North Avenue found, (first, a perfect parking space,) a few perfect Christmas presents including one for a dear friend, (a priest who is not well and really deserves a treat but has a severely restricted range of treats of which he can avail himself, but IS there better coffee than Trader Joes?) and ran into a friend, also at Trader Joe's and COULD her son be more beautiful? and took Himself to a a terrific burger dive, (Wiener's Circle,) and got home in plenty o' time and had a really fine choir rehearsal, and found out that a dear recently-moved-into-a-nursing-home choir member will be able to attend a few Christmas week goings on, and everything is going to be fine for midnight Mass. (The Nanino Hodie Christus Natus Est surprised me, it was so crisp and elegant.)

So now, I have but to remove the indications that the Collyer brothers have taken up residence in my house, and... all shall be pretty well, and all manner of thing shall be pretty well.