Cloudy than bright; by late morning Phoebus had gathered his strength and it has been lovely since; probably 60 degrees F. now, at half past four. Have returned from a trip to the pharmacy to collect the refill of a drug that I had thought I was no longer taking, eh. A telephone call to the doctor's office in the morning, I guess.
Tomorrow is the Octave of the feast of the Epiphany of Our Lord and in a certain sense therefore the 'end' of Christmastide-- although the season isn't actually finished until Candlemas, the feast of the Purification of Our Lady (and Our Lord's Presentation) in the Temple at Jerusalem on February 2nd. I have appreciated repeating the Office of the Epiphany at Vespers, Matins, and Lauds since the 6th-- this allows a very partial and fleeting insight into the timeless reality of the Heavenly Liturgy in the presence of the divine Majesty. Although were it to go on much longer, I'm sure I'd begin to find the unchanging psalmody and so forth tiresome. (The lessons at Matins are proper for each day during the Octave.)
At last I 'found' the window for the 18th day of Advent in the Advent calendar. The numerals for 3 and for 8, on the 13th and 18th days' windows, are similar enough that apparently I opened one of them on the 13th and the other on the 18th and then, afterward, later in the day on the 18th or on the morning of the 19th, when I doubted that I'd opened the 18th's window (and every time since that I hunted for it), I guess I noticed what I thought was the 13 without realising that it was in fact the 18. If that makes any sense.