Alas and woe. I was up twice in the night, and am still feeling some effect of dyspepsia. So I am missing Holy Eucharist today, and the always-fun reading of the Pentecost gospel lesson in several languages.
I am feeling more like myself now, and hope still to make the audition early this afternoon, followed by another audition later this evening. More on these two items as they materialize.
Samson the Feist meanwhile snores on the sofa, oblivous to the tongues of fire goings-on of this Pentecost Sunday.