March 10th, 2024
Dear Diary,
Worst Lent ever. Even though I got vaxed a lot I still got the Covid again. Feel better, definitely on the mend, but it was pretty bad. I’d say sick as a dog, but not sick like Chester’s sick. He’s his own category of sick.
To recoup I went to the lake place and left you, Dear Diary, behind. Sorry about that. Not that I had the energy to write anything. Or that I did anything for that matter. I signed stuff Fr. Tommy brought and did phone and vid calls when I had the energy and wasn’t too fuzzed out.
My doc was extra nice to me, but he let me know that too many more of these things and it could be curtains for me. He’s got me on a couple of drugs, which make me hungry and sleepy (hungryer and sleepyer).
Also still have the weird infection and the doc gave me doxycycling. Tommy looked it up on his computer. Cures everything from zits to the clap. Too bad it wasn’t around in great-uncle Pete’s day.
Daily Mass has been hard even when I could. For a while, I just couldn’t and Fr. Tommy did it IN LATIN. Better that than nothing. Gotta say that after a few times it kinda started to seem okay. I teased Tommy a little about the pink today for Laytare, but he took it cheerfully enough. Must’ve been the Latin. Kind like his vax.
Dozer visited. Chester made sure his visit was short. Jude came a few times. More than any of the other bishops or priests of the area. Strange guy. He’s a conservative, but he seems like he really cared.
The FCMH* were horrible, worse over video, but done now. It’s been a hell of a Lent over all. Can’t hardly wait for Easter. Ham! Though the thought of ham doesn’t exactly sit right at the moment. Laying low for now. Lots of tv – great reruns on the streaming channel. Worth every penny. I just put my feet up and drink Ensure. Feeling better.
Jenny threatened to move here. Not crazy about that. Big sis always checking up on me.
I heard a rumor about Jack**. Could be “retiring early”. Oh boy.
There are tons of events after Easter, so I better rest up.
Editor’s notes.
*FCMH = Finance Meetings From Hell
** The Archbishop of Red Bird, John “Jack” Daniels.
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I imagine +Atticus to be a bit like a Sir Frederick Stewart character, with less of the backstabbing. Ill translates as “rumblings in the interior”.
What, Bishop Fatty McButterpants at the Latin Mass and liking it. Maybe in his sickness he found confort and peace in the beauty of the Traditional Latin Mass. Ignatius Loyola found inspiration in recovery.