It's one of those nasty, snowy, sleety, icy, slippery days out there. It's been like this all day and has gotten progressively worse as the day has gone on. But still twenty people in my parish left the warmth of their homes to come out to pray the Stations of the Cross. Faith is an amazing thing.
Well, Stations are done, and I'm going back to reading Sacramentum Caritatis while watching episodes of CSI. What else would a Young Fogey do on a snowed-in night?