Let's see if I still know how to work this Blogger thing. It's been a while. Other than last Sunday's bit of uillean piping, it's been almost a month since we dusted off The Inn and attempted a post. The usual excuses apply. When it's over 90° my little non-air-conditioned office is just too blessed hot to linger in and exercize the imagination. You see, "autumn" is an unusual concept here in the lower left-hand corner of the United States. September and October can be - usually are -- the hottest months of the year. The last few days have cooled off, thanks be to God, but it's been a long time coming.
And so we have missed the opportunity to post about all sorts of significant days: the feasts of St Therese of the Child Jesus, of St Teresa of Avila, the Holy Guardian Angels, the Blessed Emperor Charles of Austria, and St John of Bridlington who was the last English saint canonized before the reformation. We even missed Jean Arthur's birthday, not to mention Annette Hanshaw's.
And we have been moderately busy with this that and the other thing, including a few annoying health thingummies. Nothing you die from, buy you don't feel like posting anything either.
It'll probably take another month to clear off the desk.