On this freezing morning-- although the weather mages predict beautiful 60s again this afternoon. It is Wednesday in the 2nd Week of Lent; Holy Mass is streamed from Saint-Eugène at the usual hour, the Mass Ne derelínquas me, Dómine, Deus meus. I know nothing about this Monastery of the Holy Cross in Chicago, where the recording of the Introit was made.
The illusion given by the whiteness upon whiteness, the ocean spume perhaps, has passed now and doubtless it isn't captured in the photograph but I clicked the buttons anyway.
Today at Matins we had the first explicit reference to the coming Passion of Our Lord; the Gospel there and at Mass is Matthew 20,17-28.
Steller's jays are back, D.g.; they've been absent for weeks. Earlier, one of the scrub jays alit on the deck to get one of the peanuts only to be chased off by a squirrel who pursued it for a couple of feet or so (it had flown not so much up as away). The crafty jay flew back and collected the nut, leaving the poor squirrel both nutless and I imagine rather mystified.
Post Vesperas. I cleaned the surfaces of the laptops and the keyboard with cotton swabs and cleaning solutions.
It is also the feast of Saint Piamun (4th century), of Saint Non (6th century), and of Blessed Samuel (18th century).
V. Et álibi aliórum plurimórum sanctórum Mártyrum et Confessórum, atque sanctárum Vírginum. R. Deo grátias.