Rain, although not so much rain as...

Wind! The high winds predicted to begin last night at 2200 did in fact begin two or three hours ago (it is approaching noon). I love it, the windiness, at least until the power goes out because a tree has fallen across the electricity line. 

At Saint-Eugène were sung the first Vespers of the 3rd Sunday of Advent at... 0830 here, not at 1000 as I had fixed in my poor memory-- it is a good thing that for some reason I thought to open up the YouTube page early. Have missed the first Vespers of the first two Sundays of the season, tsk (have missed them streamed, I mean, not that I haven't said them). 

I've been out to pick up a new supply of one of my drugs. The other that is almost out was to have been ready tomorrow, when I have to go in to the pharmacy again to submit to the second plague injection. As it turns out, it will be Tuesday before I get it because the pharmacy is out, ahem, and while the pharmacist said the prescription would be ready Monday! I have to go to the lab at McKenzie-Willamette Hospital on that morning to supply a specimen for testing and that will be more than enough medical et cetera nonsense for the one day. It is a vitamin, 'vitamin D 3'-- I no longer remember why Dr Murison thought it's necessary for me to take it nor, indeed, why it's prescribed i.e. paid for by insurance (rather than out of my pocket; he may simply have been sparing me the monthly expense or, perhaps, the D 3 variety isn't available over the counter). 

Time for dinner and then None, followed by a couple of miles of walking. 

Whilst eating my bean-and-bacon soup, I've been reading this article at the New York Times by Constant Méheut that is dated yesterday. He cites Didier Rykner, whose essay at Le Tribune de l'Art on the 2nd situates the vandalism in its modernist liturgical context.

Didier Rykner, the editor in chief of the art magazine La Tribune de l’Art and one of the signatories of the open letter in Le Figaro, said that criticism in the British press was based on caricatures, but that he agreed with their general thrust.

“The church is 2,000 years old-- it is a grande dame,” he said. “It has a history that we must respect, that today’s people cannot erase with a stroke of the pen.”

I haven't yet managed to get around the Figaro paywall in order to read the 'letter of the 100'. It was also published at Le Tribune de l'Art (but I've not read it). We shall see; spes contra spem.