Fogginess that had been of late spending the early mornings with us; I've only stepped out into the street-- have to go out on errands later on-- but it seems like it will be cooler today too. The Moon is still full, to my sight, anyway, although I couldn't find Jupiter, or, perhaps I did but it has become positioned such that it seems out of place and isn't 'recognisable enough even for a child', ahem. The first worldly thing I saw today as I went to schedule Martyrology entries at Tweetdeck for tomorrow (one tries to keep custody of the eyes and ignore such stuff until later on, after Prime) was some dreadful nonsense from one of the parasites at the Holy See to the effect that 'doing synod is making Vatican II a living reality now and going forward'. Such deceits are the wickedness of the devils, I have no doubt.
It is the feast of Saint Francis Borgia in the Traditional Rite-- was celebrated the other day in the Pauline-- but I said Matins of the day before going on to Lauds from the Holy Confessor's Office. This was an error, really, but once I had a couple of Venite exsultemus Domino done I was too lazy or stubborn to begin again. Did read the lessons of the 2nd nocturn, and will those of Saint Jerome from the 3rd in a little while. Saint Francis's Mass is Os iusti.
But I expect that the priest-- M. l'Abbé Grodziski-- can say a different Mass if he chooses to since the rank of the feast here may allow it-- I don't keep such things in my head so it's anybody's guess really. Well, it is a semiduplex throughout it's history until Ioannes XXIII's shenanigans made it into a IIIa classis feast so perhaps it is susceptible to being supplanted by votive Masses. Os iusti it is.