I went out for my morning walk shortly after 0530...

Into a dense fog-- I felt as if I were walking through the clouds. As I got to Coburg Road, Phoebus looked like a 30 watt bulb, barely illuminating his little circle in the East. But when I left the grocery store some twenty or thirty minutes later, Day had seized the initiative, as it were, and a great black and grey wall of fog was receding to the west leaving, by the time I got back to Morningside Drive, a band of purple rain clouds at the horizon but otherwise a clear sky. It's predicted to be close to 70 degrees this afternoon with no repeat of yesterday's rains. It is Wednesday infra Octavam Corporis Christi (Introibo) with commemoration of Saints Primus and Felicianus, Martyrs, at Mass and then at Lauds-- Vestri capílli cápitis omnes numeráti sunt: nolíte timére: multis passéribus melióres estis vos-- and Vespers.

Time for Prime. I seem to have taken the early morning medication from tomorrow's little compartment instead of from today's, tsk, which is of no consequence of course but silly of me to do; the labelled compartments serve a useful purpose, after all.

Post Vesperas. It has been raining on and off for an hour, proving yet again that the weather mages (at least here in Oregon) have a way of being fairly unreliable. 

It is also the feast of Saint Maximianus (6th century), of Saint Ephrem (4th century), and of Saint Columba (6th century).

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