Dawn is rather unimpressive...

This morning but I suppose this is because of the configuration of the cloud cover. It is 65 degrees, was 82 degrees at almost 2300 last night, and is predicted to be 100 later on. I slept like the dead from half past eleven until 0400ish, so am running rather late. It is the feast of Saint Clare (Introibo, CE, Wiki) in the Traditional Rite. The Mass Dilexísti iustítiam, et odísti iniquitátem is from the Common of Virgins. 

The eastern skies have acquired the orange tint that may be ordinary nonsense in the atmosphere and may be smoke, which I did get a whiff of yesterday a couple of times. Time for Prime. 

Post Tertiam. The scent of smoke is quite noticeable outdoors. My understanding is that the closest fire is some 30 miles to the east. Michael Brendan Dougherty was in the New York Times this morning, writing about the Traditional Mass and the Pope. There is, almost every day, an article or essay on the subject; while I copy the best of them into my diary it is too much bother to link them here.

Post Vesperas. 98 degrees now, down from 100, and alas it feels more oppressively hot than yesterday afternoon. 

It is also the feast of Saint Gratilianus (3rd-4th century), of Saint Muiredach (6th century), and of Saint Cecelia (7th century).

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