Candlemas Day

On which we got nothing done.  Almost nothing done.  We did get a wheelchair delivered to the parents of Herself's godson who lost a leg in a traffic accident.  He lives even further away but they will get it to him forthwith I'm told.  That, unaccountably, took up the entire day.

But we didn't get to Mass with or without candles, only said the Little  Office of Our Lady (because it's "little" and fits in my pocket),  didn't finish a bunch of insurance documents I'm supposed to review, didn't practice for an upcoming funeral, didn't finish taking down the Christmas decorations, and didn't do a whole raft of other things which I not only didn't do but can't remember at the moment.

Since it is Candlemas Day you might want to read about same.  The Inn has a couple of relevant posts from past years here and here which are still enjoyable if I do say so who shouldn't.

If Candlemas Day be dry and fair,
The half o the winter's to come and mair;
If Candlemas Day be wet and foul,
The half o the winter's gane at Yule. 

Not from Accuweather but possibly just as accurate.