Next was Nouember, he full grosse and fat,
As fed with lard, and that right well might seem;
For, he had been a fatting hogs of late,
That yet his browes with sweat, did reek and steem
Less than 50 days to go. Am starting to look ahead at the liturgies of the Christmas Octave, wondering which ones I’ll be serving in. We’re scheduling head shots for the assignment announcements and have put in for the number of invitations we need for friends, families, and benefactors. Still no word on the assignments themselves, but I’d expect to hear something in the next week or two. It’s a little crazy-making, but there are plenty of other things going on to keep busy. I have some business travel which will eat up most of next week, and the run-up to the year-end holiday season is about to properly start (to say nothing of the aforementioned liturgical schedule).
For travel reading, I’ve got a backlog of magazines sitting on the iPad and a moderately annotated copy of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, which I have not read yet. It’s annotated because it’s one of my daughters' favorite book of all time, and she’s insisted that I read the original 1818 text, and this copy is hers. For the record, she found the latest movie version underwhelming.