Penance. Sort of.

Guilt implies penance.

To play for the service yesterday, I had to skip the 1:00 p.m. traditional Mass and attend the only other available traditional Mass, the one at 7:00 a.m. Except I overslept. So it was the Pauline Rite for me yesterday. Penetenze Age! as the demented old heretic in Name of the Rose always says.

And if I were in any doubt that my penance was relevant to the, uh, "crime", there was that offertory hymn. The words were changed to something suitably religious sounding, but the tune was. . . .


. . . .The Skye Boat Song.