It was one of those days

When I just didn't turn the Internet on all day. I read Proust, took a nap and had dinner with friends.

Anyway, there'll be posting tomorrow and I'll read comments that sprang up in my absence too. Many thanks to everyone who came by even if I didn't.

The first reading at mass today was Ecclesiastes and a real gem. Nothing I could say about the following could possibly be as meaningful as just letting you read it for yourselves:

Remember your Creator in the days of your youth,
before the evil days come
And the years approach of which you will say,
I have no pleasure in them;
Before the sun is darkened,
and the light, and the moon, and the stars,
while the clouds return after the rain;
When the guardians of the house tremble,
and the strong men are bent,
And the grinders are idle because they are few,
and they who look through the windows grow blind;
When the doors to the street are shut,
and the sound of the mill is low;
When one waits for the chirp of a bird,
but all the daughters of song are suppressed;
And one fears heights,
and perils in the street;
When the almond tree blooms,
and the locust grows sluggish
and the caper berry is without effect,
Because man goes to his lasting home,
and mourners go about the streets;
Before the silver cord is snapped
and the golden bowl is broken,
And the pitcher is shattered at the spring,
and the broken pulley falls into the well,
And the dust returns to the earth as it once was,
and the life breath returns to God who gave it.