It is almost 70 degrees F. and the relative humidity sits at 82%. I shall be bathed in sweat while out on my walk, however otherwise pleasant it is. Today is the feast of the Confessor Saint Ignatius (Introibo, CE, Wiki), founder of the great Society of Jesus, so diminished, alas, in these latter days by heterodoxy and decadence. The Mass is In nomine Iesu.
In nómine Iesu omne genu flectátur, cæléstium, terréstrium et infernórum : et omnis lingua confiteátur, quia Dóminus Iesus Christus in glória est Dei Patris.
I must dress and go out: no point in sweating like a pig in any higher temperature than is necessary.
Ante Primam. The walk was not appreciably worse in terms of uncomfortable sweatiness than many others have been-- the temperature may be slowly rising but the humidity is dropping. The sad fact is that many mornings here it is close to 80%; a bit of an over-reaction earlier. To Prime!
The series of Saturday recitals from the Chopin Institute is ended, alas. But Sunday series continues tomorrow. I meant yesterday to note what I want to make a point of hearing in the coming week at the Proms; I shall do it today.
Post Nonam. Have been listening to Molière this afternoon, Charpentier's La Malade imaginaire H 495 in the 1990 William Christie, Les Arts florissant recording.
It is also the feast of Saint Germanus (5th century), of Saint Calimerus (4th century), and of Saint Fabius (4th century).
V. Et álibi aliórum plurimórum sanctórum Mártyrum et Confessórum, atque sanctárum Vírginum. R. Deo grátias.