Fighting exhaustion, I needed a day to rest.
Nothing’s wrong. Just tired.
Back at the Sabine Farm for a couple days before returning to Rome.
Ahhhhhhhh….
Fighting exhaustion, I needed a day to rest.
Nothing’s wrong. Just tired.
Back at the Sabine Farm for a couple days before returning to Rome.
Ahhhhhhhh….
“This blog is rather like a fusion of the Baroque ‘salon’ with its well-tuned harpsichord around which polite society gathered for entertainment and edification and, on the other hand, a Wild West “saloon” with its out-of-tune piano and swinging doors, where everyone has a gun and something to say. Nevertheless, we try to point our discussions back to what it is to be Catholic in this increasingly difficult age, to love God, and how to get to heaven.” - Fr. Z

stay a little longer, Father, to ensure an expedient Motu Proprio
Fr. B: Would that I could.
Father, enjoy the down time! In the army I learned if you can sleep, sleep. You never know when the next opportunity will present itself!