Was walking homeward after the...

Shopping that happens at the midpoint of the 'long' morning walks and had cause to guess at the temperature-- 'nearly 80!', I moaned through the sweat dripping from my forehead and temples. Ha; I just now checked online and it is showing... almost 60. Part of my 'over-heating' had to do with the fact Phoebus had climbed high enough by 0645 to beam his fiercely lightsome rays directly upon us lowly creatures and I've become more sensitive to direct sunlight these last few years. Part of it is that I am out of shape and overweight and probably nearer to needing blood pressure medication or diabetes medication or who knows what now than last year-- the 'Wellness! Exam' is on the 24th; am presuming that this is what was formerly called the 'annual physical'; the timing seems about right. I suspect that in fact Dr M. will say, 'eat well, exercise more, and carry on'.

It is the feast of Saints Marcellinus and Peter, and Erasmus, Bishop, all martyrs (Introibo). Clamaverunt iusti shows up at the Cantus Index with the number g01326 as a Gradual, as it does in my copy of the Liber, for the Mass Salus autem iustorum, the third provided for feasts of two or more martyrs (I wonder if that infelicitous phrase is a delict of the English translator or if the Latin was formerly other than pro pluribus martyribus?). Who knows if the melody in the video recording is the same or not (as today's Introit, I mean)? The Gradual and the Introit are entirely different, melody-wise, so far as I can tell, although I'm not competent to detect if there are perhaps similarities, references, or allusions. In other words, there is no reason to have added that particular video here, to illustrate the Introit, tsk, so I've removed it, and substituted this recording of today's Gradual-- Clamaverunt iusti, with the verse Iuxta est Dominus his.

Glad to have worked all that out to my private satisfaction and will now proceed to Terce and breakfast. The just do indeed cry out to God, as they have always done, yesterday, today, and tomorrow. 

Ante Nonam. After the 11th, for the first time in ten or twelve years, perhaps, I will no longer be a subscriber to the New York Times. Have come to loathe giving them even the paltry $4 per month which has been the cost for two or three years now. It is a beautiful afternoon, with a steady breeze, and 84 degrees.

Post Vesperas. It is a perfect early evening in Summer-- hot but breezy and of low humidity. The beginning of Psalm 19, Caeli enarrent gloriam Dei, in Mons Knox's version:

See how the skies proclaim God’s glory, how the vault of heaven betrays his craftsmanship! Each day echoes its secret to the next, each night passes on to the next its revelation of knowledge; no word, no accent of theirs that does not make itself heard, till their utterance fills every land, till their message reaches the ends of the world.

It is also the feast of Saint Adalgisius (7th century), of Saint Eugenius I (7th century), and of Saint Guido (11th century).

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