I do not have to carry alone what in truth I could never carry alone. All the saints of God are there to protect me, to sustain me and to carry me. And your prayers, my dear friends, your indulgence, your love, your faith and your hope accompany me.
Yeah, it’s allergy season. And I hate to see everyone with their miseries. But I appreciated the serendipity of Eddie waking me up with his nosebleed just in time to hear the Holy Father’s homily at 4:00 o’clock Sunday morning. I had been so focused on getting enough sleep to be up in time for 7:30am Mass that I didn’t think to set the alarm to catch the installation Mass. But when Eddie woke me up I turned on the TV to cast a softer light than the bedroom lamp. And there was our Benedict XVI, arrayed in gold, and just starting his homily. So the nose-pinching Eddie and I watched the rest of the glorious Mass.