Tuesday is Sick Day

Today, the sinuses I fought all weekend have blossomed into a full blown cold. I'm living on Zicam and Sudafed-PE. That's just the normal situation for this time of year, and I accept that. What is bothersome though was trying to say vigils (since I was already awake) and having a heck of a time keeping track of where I was in the psalm. Usually when I wake up, I'm wide awake. This morning I'm awake, my body was in my room, but my mind is in Ft. Smith, Arkansas, or someplace equally distant.

Today is just another day in Ordinary Time, however, there is a memorial of St. Januarius. Funny, you would think someone named Januarius would be remembered in Janurary.

And what about the pope? You have to wonder what he was thinking. A sure way to start trouble is to insult Mohammed. How would Christians feel if a muslim cleric said that Jesus was an effete pansy? We wouldn't like it. And how is the pope going to live with himself once the reprisals start?

This post is all over the place, and I'm sorry about that, but sometimes the brain just will not shut up and let me have peace. It's just part of being sick, I suppose. Anyway, I pray whether my mind knows it or not.