Daily Archives: October 5, 2023

My day:

I woke up at 5:59 AM to pray the Angelus (in Latin because the devil hates that). Strike one, I suppose.

I stayed awake and brewed a full pot of black coffee. It’s one of those Cuisinart drip coffee pots. It’s about 16 years old and likely sucks electricity from the outlet like a firehose in reverse. It isn’t fair trade. It’s Folgers. And it is good. I dropped an ice cube from the ice maker in my massive freezer into said coffee so I could drink it quickly. Silly Western conveniences… Strike two?

I got into my SUV. It’s black and absorbs a lot of sunlight so I had the air on max. It’s only 75 degrees here this morning but, comfort. I even ran the engine for about ten minutes while I smoked a cigarette on my porch. so the car would be nice and cool when I got in. Strike three.

I drove to a Latin Mass. And the strikes just keep on comin’! I left a trail of butts out the window so I could find my way home. It’s so “Hansel and Gretel” of me, I know. I prayed for the Church and my marriage to my wife who is a woman and our children who have no tattoos, no gender issues, and no social media. We had wanted to breed like rabbits but God had other plans. Strike. Strike. Strike.

I got home and stepped on a bug in my driveway. It was gross and would probably have caused my daughter to shriek had she seen it. I made an appointment for a contractor to come and quote me a price on a massive HVAC system for a few rooms that had been added onto my house by the previous owners. Strikety-strike strike.

I ran out of smokes and drove the SUV a half-mile to the pharmacy for more. I could’ve walked but why?

I test drove a 22 year old gas guzzler around mid-day (after the second Angelus, of course). My son just got his permit and I think it would be a good way for him to drive to daily Latin Mass while learning how to work on an internal combustion-gas powered engine. More strikes.

I drove my wife to the airport so she could fly away on a beautiful jet on a work trip. Oh that AC is sooooo nice.

I came home, dug a ribeye out of my garage freezer, and cooked it up on my grill. Oh, that’s right. I have two freezers. Hehe. The cow that gave us this delight probably farted a lot. To be fair, I didn’t cook it too much. A good vet could have saved her.

I prayed the third Angelus.

I prayed my rosary, my novenas, and my litanies.

I contemplated tomorrow and my carbon footprint… and I laughed.

And I thanked God He gave me this life.

You were saying something about earth worship and one-world government, Antipope Bergoglio?