Welcome to 48

So, I am 48, and it doesn't seem that much different than 47.  Indeed, I nodded off during Dr. Pimple Popper and now cannot fall asleep.  Sigh.  I had wanted to get some emails out, and I guess they will have to wait until tomorrow.  It was quite warm -- the AC was on a bit -- but there was a sense of... foreboding?  I mean, it was darker out with the clouds, and while we didn't have rain today, it felt like we were.  Odd.  I know we expect rain and storms later this week...it is summer, I guess.

Coaches, ADs 'disgusted,' 'stunned' with Brendan Sorsby ruling
Um, yes.  I need not remind you all that I called this, but... how the hell do you actually expect anyone to take this seriously if you let a guy who bet on his own team play?  I do not think this will last on appeal, but until it does (and it was a homer judge)...well, the NCAA (like every other league) got itself into this mess, so...

Anyways, Sunday was Corpus Christi, and as always, it was beautiful.  The altars were wonderful, the service was fine (attendance was a little sparse), the homilies nice, and I did NOT have to carry the blessed speaker, so I really got to enjoy the event.  We walk less now -- around the parish campus, mainly -- and there has been an effort to cut the time, I think, but I don't think it detracts from the experience.  I was joking that we are four months away from the Festival, but soon enough I will not be joking.  

I had breakfast before at Harvard Inn -- since the Red Chimney fire we need a new place.  It was... ok?  Not as good as the Chimney?  I mean, it was fine -- a bit too buttery -- but just different.  It was economical, and I should probably have the lunch menu as well, to judge it more fully.  After my Dominican feast...