Am a little behind here today...

Have had a walk and done a couple of errands. Mid-40s again earlier. The Mass Os iusti this morning, I believe, for the feast of Saint Edward the Confessor. Pater Thomas SJ is celebrant as usual on Thursdays.

Introitus. Ps. 36, 30-31. Os justi meditábitur sapiéntiam, et lingua 

ejus loquétur judícium: lex Dei ejus in corde ipsíus. Ps. ibid., 1. Noli æmulári in malignántibus: neque zeláveris faciéntes iniquitátem. ℣. Glória Patri.

Collecta. Deus, qui beátum regem Eduárdum Confessórem tuum æternitátis glória coronásti: fac nos, quǽsumus; ita eum venerári in terris, ut cum eo regnáre póssimus in cœlis. Per Dóminum.

Léctio libri Sapiéntiæ. Eccli. 31, 8-11. Beátus vir, qui invéntus est 
sine mácula, et qui post aurum non ábiit, nec sperávit in pecúnia et thesáuris. Quis est hic, et laudábimus eum? fecit enim mirabília in vita sua. Qui probátus est in illo, et perféctus est, erit illi glória ætérna: qui potuit tránsgredi, et non est transgréssus: fácere mala, et non fecit: ídeo stabilíta sunt bona illíus in Dómino, et eleemósynis illíus enarrábit omnis ecclésia sanctórum.

Graduale. Ps. 91, 13 et 14. Justus ut palma florébit: sicut cedrus 
Líbani multiplicábitur in domo Dómini. ℣. Ibid., 3. Annuntiándum mane misericórdiam tuam, et veritátem tuam per noctem.

Allelúja, allelúja. ℣. Jac. 1, 12. Beátus vir, qui suffert tentatiónem: quóniam, cum probátus fúerit, accípiet corónam vitæ. Allelúja.

✠ Sequéntia sancti Evangélii secúndum Lucam. Luc. 12, 35-40. In illo témpore: Dixit Jesus discípulis suis: Sint lumbi vestri præcíncti, et lucernæ ardéntes in mánibus vestris, et vos símiles homínibus exspectántibus dóminum suum, quando revertátur a núptiis: ut, cum vénerit et pulsáverit, conféstim apériant ei. Beáti servi illi, quos, cum vénerit dóminus, invénerit vigilántes: amen, dico vobis, 

quod præcínget se, et fáciet illos discúmbere, et tránsiens ministrábit illis. Et si vénerit in secúnda vigília, et si in tértia vigília vénerit, et ita invénerit, beáti sunt servi illi. Hoc autem scitóte, quóniam, si sciret paterfamílias, qua hora fur veníret, vigiláret útique, et non síneret pérfodi domum suam. Et vos estóte paráti, quia, qua hora non 

putátis, Fílius hóminis véniet.

Pater Thomas doesn't hesitate to preach forthrightly, referring to the  "catholicisme vide" of the Anglican Church. I'm wasn't really trying to keep up with his French this morning, alas. But it is refreshing to hear, if not much understand, a homilist who can coherently discuss the last Saxon kings and the Anglican Church and Paul Claudel: et vos estóte paráti, quia, qua hora non putátis, Fílius hóminis véniet.

Offertorium. Ps. 88, 25. Véritas mea et misericórdia mea cum ipso: et in nómine meo exaltábitur cornu ejus.

Secreta. Laudis tibi, Dómine, hóstias immolámus in tuórum commemoratióne Sanctórum: quibus nos et præséntibus éxui malis confídimus et futúris. Per Dóminum.

Communio. Matth. 24, 46-47. Beátus servus, quem, cum vénerit 

dóminus, invénerit vigilántem: amen, dico vobis, super ómnia 

bona sua constítuet eum. 

Postcommunio. Refécti cibo potúque cœlésti, Deus noster, te súpplices exorámus: ut, in cujus hæc commemoratióne percépimus, eius muniámur et précibus. Per Dóminum.

Last evening, the rat trap did it's business, unfortunately without killing the little monster. Sigh. I put the trap and the rat into a pail of water; it seemed to take ages, also unfortunately, before it gave up the ghost. The silly trap, being wooden, kept floating (I held it submerged with the broom handle since I quailed at the thought of using my hand for the execution), and of course the poor rodent was briefly struggling. An unpleasant experience indeed, although worse for it than for me, I guess. This morning saw the in-bagging of the rat-- I purchased gloves at the store earlier and so dealing with the trap's mechanism and the rest went much quicker than the killing-- and said bag's transport to the trash bin for collection tomorro... it occurs to me that perhaps collection day is Saturday this week: this depends upon whether those fellows worked on Columbus Day or not. Hmm. Earlier in the week I would certainly have left the plastic bag out in a distant corner of the back yard and only transferred it to the trash bin on the morrow of collection day-- the stink comes quick and is indeed nasty. 

LDVM