Grey and damp yet again...

Today is the Monday before Ascension Day, so it is the first of the 'minor Rogation Days', today, tomorrow, and Wednesday, the Vigil of the Ascension. At Saint-Eugène, they are celebrating the Rogation Mass Exaudivit de templo sancto with commemoration of Saint Antoninus... at 0830, I believe it was. 

Ante Tertiam. Am listening now to Haydn lived in Eisenstadt by the Austrian Kurt Schwertsik, written for the concert recorded infra at Wigmore Hall. I thought I was listening to the live performance but evidently not, ha, since the video is already on YouTube. The violist is Timothy Ridout and the pianist Tom Poster. I had been of course entirely unfamiliar with Schwertsik. Brahms's Viola Sonata in F minor op 120 n 1 and Viola Sonata in E flat op 120 n 2, with the Schwertsik between them. The Haydn lived in Eisenstadt is in three movements, the names of which I didn't catch apart from the last, 'Unreconciled', the presenter said, whatever that is in German, a comment somehow on the French novelist Michel Houellebecq. Hmm. Which does remind me that I wanted to download his Interventions 2020 onto the Kindle.

Post Vesperas. Am having toast with peanut butter with supper; a lovely evening yet again. A touch warmer than yesterday. Poor Medeia is in love and like most people in that position doesn't really understand why or how, although of course very few of us have been literally pierced by a dart from Eros's bow. I have no idea about the lyrics-- I get it mixed up with the 'cowboy riding, clop, clop' song; maybe it is that song, I don't know-- but I do enjoy the tune.

It is also the feast of Saint John of Avila, Doctor of the Church (16th century), of Saint Comgall (7th century), of Saint Cataldus (7th century), and of the Holy Prophet Job (6th century ante Christum). 

V. Et álibi aliórum plurimórum sanctórum Mártyrum et Confessórum, atque sanctárum Vírginum. R. Deo grátias.