6:51 was the sunrise in Rome and 16:56 will be sunset. The Ave Maria bell should ring at 17:30.
In the Novus Ordo calendar and the calendar of the Vatican Basilica it is the Feast of St. Leo the Great (+461) at whose altar and tomb I celebrated Holy Mass many times over the years.
I’ve been watching the path of the hurricane, considering it already canceled my flight once already. I’d like for that not to happen again. I believe I may have a superpower: schedule a flight and it summons a hurricane.
Yesterday Father and I, before schlepping, started with bagels and schmear with lox and black coffee. Very welcome.
We schlepped to Rockaway.
And then schlepped into Brooklyn again for more schlepping.
As we schlepped I saw this and couldn’t resist.
Then the schlepping took us to an Italian food distributor with a grocery for Father’s supplies.
The moon rose huge like a Cara Cara orange last night before we schlepped to supper.
We schlepped pretty fast.
You can guess the cuisine of the place to which we schlepped.
Which drink is mine?
The waiter schlepped some steak tartar our way.
… and then schlepped some Sülze.
The food schlepping ended, for me at least, with sauerbraten.
We headed home because it would be an early morning schlep to the airport for me if all went well.
And I am hoping that it has. So far so good, since I am writing this from the airport lounge.
It is worth the schlep to LaGuardia these days. I don’t feel like I am in the third world.
Seriously, the new Delta terminal is great.
I ask prayers for the rest of the trip.
Black to move. Can you win material with a tactic?
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