But since I'm basically ignorant of the Catholic liturgy in English (they do have a Spanish mass on the last Sunday of the month, which I've been planning to attend for a while but have never made it yet) I'll have to get up to speed at some point. The less exciting part was having to pray for Pope Benedict, who, on top of having been a young Nazi and actively protecting pedophiles, strikes me as the worst pope I can remember. Not that I'm too crazy about the position of pope to begin with (in that I'm more of a Protestant, truth be told).
Regardless of my quibbles with Catholicism, it was a nice way to start my Easter, which got even better when I did a two-mile walk with Dr. S through grassy trails toward my small college on the hill's environmental center. There, we walked through the recently burned prairie and then on to the garden, where we stopped for a while at a small pond to ponder the imponderables of nature and to have fun observing the frogs and the large, orange fish that seemed to be having quite a nice day themselves in their habitat.
I didn't do any school work today but I really needed such a day, one in which the focus wasn't my job, as it is every day, but one that felt like a Sunday, like a day of rest. I'm glad to say I did accomplish that so I now can turn back to my piles of pending things to do before my last five weeks of the semester begin tomorrow.
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