In a bit of a dark spot this morning -- not on my own account but on account of, on behalf of, people that I love. But venting and grumbling and gnashing and damning-and-blasting on their account will do them no good whatever and will waste energy I might possibly use to better purpose. So.
SNOW has definitely fallen this morning, and has lain around, for a while, some of it, on some surfaces. So everything is nice and soggy including eight aspen trees' worth of leaves in my back yard on the trajectory between the trunk of Harriet-the-Chariot, containing summer tires, and Tohu-bohu, the Shed of Total Disorder--where the tires ought to be. I see a soggy, muddy, chilly chore between now and lunchtime.
In and around that reality -- quite a lot of Italian grammar (less soggy), and a bowlful of beets to a) bag for the freezer OR b) Harvardize... and five pounds of ground beef to compose into cookworthy form (it's all in a lump, unfrozen, at this point)...and a recipe of sourdough/yogurt biscuits...and a PIE, God willing.
A little time with next Sunday's readings would not come amiss either. I've had my hour with ("Just call me...") Lopez already, and it was a productive one.
Better push the laundry forward a bit also -- and iron the clean surplice, and the communion-kit linens (so I can return the latter to the parish I "borrowed" them from). The life of a circuit-rider is practically and ethically challenging!!
Going to have penne for lunch with mushroom-enhanced red-sauce on it -- and some salad.
Plenty to keep one from brooding unhealthily on Original Sin, anyhow.