The switch to Daylight Savings Time has been a mixed blessing, at best.
The question was reasonable enough: “Why do you put yourself through this?” a friend asked this morning, when he overheard me discussing last night’s SLU Billikens game with another friend as we exited church after early-morning Mass.
Vouchsafe: Say that word out loud, real fast, three times.
In point of fact, you’ll need to say it at least twice to get it right…because there are two accepted pronunciations for the obscure term. Three, if you count the way our deacon said it at the Lenten prayer service my wife and I attended last night.
I sure hope the Sanhedrin isn’t in session. Otherwise, my brother and I might have a little ‘splaining’ to do.
Our grandson, I notice, takes a unique approach to savoring rain.
It took a bit more effort to whip up my lunch today – and the irony was not lost on me.
As flu bugs go, my bout this past week was decidedly on the mild side.
The specter of heavy equipment at work was enough to stop me in my tracks a few weeks back.
The chance to play a mid-winter round of golf stirred up some fretfulness in me, I noticed. Continue reading