Cognovérunt discípuli Dóminum Jesum in fractióne panis, alleluia, alleluia...

Deus, qui in Filii tui humilitate jacéntem mundum erexísti: fidelibus tuis perpétuam concéde lætítiam; ut, quos perpétuæ mortis eripuísti casibus, gaudiis fácias perfrui sempitérnis. Per eúndem Dóminum.

Today is Thursday infra Hebdomadam IIam post Octavam Paschae; at Le Barroux the Sunday Mass Misericordia Domini plena est terra alleluia was sung. Am going to have to be out later on until 1040 or so i.e. I'll miss the Mass streamed from Saint-Eugène. Must go about on errands (this seems to be the week for them): the pharmacy, in order to collect a prescription resulting from yesterday's doctor's visit, the public library to collect a book that I suspect will be read in pasages only (but perhaps this Anthony Burgess novel will surprise me), the bank to withdraw the rent money, and then the supermarket. Although the order there is likely to be different; the pharmacy opens at 0900, the library at 1000. The ATM location has always heretofore provided the required cash so will begin with that (but it is possible that I will need to go indoors there), then proceed to the pharmacy, to the supermarket (nothing on the list requires that I be particularly expeditious in reaching the refrigerator here), and back to the library.

This 'errands' is complicated only by the fact that my bladder may require, will indeed require (no point in pretense otherwise) me to find a toilet at some point in the proceedings. Eh. I noticed on Monday when I was there for the silly tax forms (those went into the mailbox yesterday, after a short quarter hour of writing out lots of ciphers and my surname and Social Security number over and over) that Sheldon Branch does indeed offer the necessary amenities; one had always supposed that it did (a significant part of its public being in my state or older and more feeble) but Monday was the first time I had confirmation of this. Customarily I ask for the code at the supermarket; when they first installed the coded locking device (to reduce the number of homeless people using the facilities; like Sam Weller's story of the 'two penny rope', the issue, I imagine, wasn't so much the use by those folks of the toilet but the fact that often enough the sink's hot water was used for more than simple hand-washing and the room itself for the re-arrangement of belongings et cetera; the local bourgeoisie and management eventually revolted at the consequent quantity of dirt and odor) I recall having the vague sense of returning to 1964 or 1965 and asking the third grade teacher Mrs Hart for permission to go to the restroom.