This morning I need to collect my medication, whatever it is...

At the pharmacy, which doesn't open until 0900, meaning I won't leave the house until 0800. I was, five minutes ago, at the front door ready to go out; it is just after 0600. Tsk.

Almost put this off until tomorrow but it's better to get it out of the way this morning because, well, because the landlady and her little monster are back midday tomorrow and I may as well have as long a day as possible free of their annoyances and also because Wednesday morning is occupied with a visit to yet another doctor.

Was listening-- before my pointless rush to the front door-- to Helmut Lachenmann's String Quartet no 1 'Gran Torso'. I turned it off upon my return here: it had become, simply, noise. I may give it a try again this afternoon. This is music, says Lachenmann (on the Wikipedia page, extracted from a published conversation from 2009),

... in which the sound events are chosen and organized so that the manner in which they are generated is at least as important as the resultant acoustic qualities themselves. Consequently those qualities, such as timbre, volume, etc., do not produce sounds for their own sake, but describe or denote the concrete situation: listening, you hear the conditions under which a sound- or noise-action is carried out, you hear what materials and energies are involved and what resistance is encountered.

Was hearing plenty of 'noise-action' as I was assembling myself to leave. Still.

It smells like rain. Probably that will begin to fall at about 0905.

I saw earlier that Ennio Morricone has died, requiescat in pace. A good life lived well, so far as I can tell.

Haven't watched video for a couple of months-- there was a moment when I was rather overdoing ridiculous television serials-- but it might be an appropriate moment to watch the three Sergio Leone Dollars films again, eh.


Leone's movies will keep for another day: I have been a bit out of sorts since Sext, since dinner after Sext, to be more precise. Not enough care in washing the vegetables, food eaten too fast, too much pepper-- in these days of age and retirement the slightest 'wrong' mouthful and, eh, discomfort. Still, now after Vespers, I've recovered from whatever cast a pall on those few hours.

I wanted to note that, it being the Octave of the Feast of the Holy Apostles Peter and Paul, I discovered where the collect used in the suffragia comes from-- it is said, together with prayers to Our Lady, Saint Joseph, and for peace, after the collect of the day at Lauds and Vespers according to the rubrics (more or less, 'when the day is not of sufficiently superior festal rank')-- i.e. from today's office.

Deus, cujus déxtera beátum Petrum ambulántem in fluctibus, ne mergerétur, eréxit, et coapostolum ejus Paulum, tertio naufragántem, de profúndo pélagi liberávit: exáudi nos propítius, et concéde; ut, ambórum meritis, æternitátis glóriam consequámur: Qui vivis et regnas cum Deo Patre, in unitáte Spíritus Sancti, Deus, per ómnia sǽcula sæculórum. R. Amen.

God Our Lord, by whose right hand Blessed Peter was lifted up and walked unsinking across the waves, and whose Co-Apostle Paul was delivered from three shipwrecks and the depths of the sea, do Thou graciously hear us and be pleased to grant that by their merits we may follow them into eternal glory, Who live and reign etc etc.

That is a mouthful, not made any easier by the fact that when I first read the collect years ago the punctuation added to it was misleading, incorrect somehow. I feel like I'm forgetting one of the the suffrages but I suspect that I'm thinking of the commemoration of the Holy Cross (said, chiefly anyway, in the Paschal season).

After Matins and Lauds, Tuesday morning. I said the ferial office, the office of the Tuesday (don't ask: I ought apparently to have said the office of Saints Cyril and Methodius; there is not much point to having the 1939 calendar if I don't pay attention), and included the commemoration of the Holy Cross in the suffragium after Lauds. We aren't in Paschaltide, so either the rubric specifying when to say the de Cruce was changed at some point after 1910, or else someone has made a mistake-- the DO people or the gentleman who prepares the 1939 calendar. Ordinarily I would include myself as the potential source of error but I don't see how that's possible in this case.