One of our pastimes week before last was remembering as many of our father's pat phrases as we could...and this morning's title was one of them. Who McGinty was, and why...is lost in the mists of time.
Back at my desk...in the absence (yesterday and today) of Excellent Secketry...with a heap of phone messages, far, far too many emails, and the same wretched midden of paper that was here when I left. Augmented, a bit, if possible.
The time in Adjacent Province was delightful...good weather, good folks (quite open to hearing about Jeremy Taylor, too, bless them), good food, good beds; my exposure to retail books was limited to 15 minutes (enough to get me some Mary Oliver, though)...and I hadn't known how much my heart yearned for a landscape with some CLIVITY to it (both ac- and de-...).
Two rehearsals today, two weddings tomorrow, and I guess somebody is preaching on Sunday: oh, yes, that would be me...