Risking It

Whatever this is that is causing whole, vast buckets of liquid stuff to gurgle about in my lungs doesn't want to go away. It's been a nuisance for almost two months now. (And not just to me. Mary got up the other night to kill the mosquito that was buzzing around our bed. There was no mosquito. It was me, wheezing.) So I finally went to the doctor the other day and even had x-rays. Well, whatever it is, it doesn't seem to be pneumonia. I am now on three kinds of medication, two of which specify that I'm not supposed to operate heavy machinery. The reasonable and prudent man would interpret this to include keyboards also. One might kill oneself with the aforesaid heavy machinery. But keyboards connected to the internet allow one to make a collossal eedjit of oneself.

But I take the risk.

December 1 is the feast day of St. Edmund Campion, S.J., St. Alexander Briant, S.J., and St. Ralph Sherwin, a seminary priest of Douay and the English College in Rome. All of them were martyred for their priesthood.

It's also the feast of Blessed John Beche, O.S.B., Abbot of Colchester. At one time he took the oath of supremacy, acknowledging Henry as head of the Church in England. But later after the example of St. John Fisher and St. Thomas More and the Carthusian martyrs, he recanted, denying Henry's right to confiscate his monastery and praising St. John and St. Thomas.