On this my last full day in Rome the sun rose at 06:53. It set at 16:55.
They are still screwing up the Ave Maria Bell on the calendar. Telling.
Thank you, Lord, for this day. Thank you for tomorrow.
The Feast of St. Martin is heavily laden with remembrance and anticipation, past losses and a new season.
Today is mostly packing and shifting things which remain here to a safe place. It is lovely day, but alas I am inside. Later in the evening, when I had my chores done, I wanted a walk and a bite out. That didn’t happen. I’m too tired.
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In chessy news…
(It’s white’s move. Mate in 2.)
A glimpse into my Roman morning details. The little slip has the day’s Mass intention (which I blotted a little to post).
