I have a few moments to write before taking Jack (10) to his football game. He must be there at 7:00 in order to weigh in and make sure he's not over 100 pounds. He weighs only 80, but he has to weigh in every week. They make everyone weigh in, even 4-foot anorexics. I think it's to make sure they don't offend the heavy boys. Nevermind that it offends common sense.
I hit the drinking club last night, taking my wife and meeting my parents and a small host of friends. It wasn't a great idea. I was still dogged tired from my trip to Detroit and eight hours of driving the day before. Two tall Oberons and a glass of Pinot Grigio improved my mood, but I could barely pull myself out of bed this morning. At least I now know what it feels like to be 90. Good news is: it's bearable.
Great feast day today: St. Jerome. This morning's Antiphon in the Canticle of Zechariah is pretty neat:
Those who are learned will be as radiant as the sky in all its beauty; those who instruct the people in goodness will shine like the stars for all eternity.
As Chesterton noted, the Church is paradoxical. It embraces opposites. This is a great example. The Church extols simplicity, humility, acceptance of dogma without hubristic questioning. But then it glowingly praises learning. Neat stuff.
St. Jerome is also the patron saint of bloggers. Well, he's ain't their patron saint yet, but there's a movement afoot. Lots of names have been proposed (e.g., Augustine, St. John the Apostle, even Martin Luther), but it looks like the movement for Jerome has picked up the most traction among bloggers.
Until next week, keep warm as the army of cold steps up its campaign.
