That Flor Peeters Ave Verum was mighty wonderful.
(And the organ postlude kicked....)
Sometimes it just keeps me going, knowing that it's there, (okay, and an angus cheeseburger at Zig-Zag did its bit to elevate my mood, as well as Himself's.)
We made spectacular time getting in, so that despite a long Mass at our parish, (by the way, speaking of kicking the Bortiniansky [sp?] went splendidly! As did the Attwood, thank you, whoever recommended that, someone at the CMAA boards, IIRC.....?) so we were actually there by the Gospel.
I wish I could be more sure of my schedule, (and Himself's mood,) further ahead of time, and arrange to meet people for devotions or LotH, and coffee, or something.
I would dearly like to get to Vespers one more time before Himself's gig starts and the car is unavailable, or winter sets in a driving gets heinous.
I don't know the name of the priest who had Mass, but he has the most marvelous speaking voice.
Fortified for the week...