Ah, Sunday... A day to give thanks for all God's gifts. A day to indulge ourselves in the embrace of family. A day to eat meatballs and macaroni. Today at Berea-Rose, a rough division of labor has emerged. Seems I was the only one awake early enough so I attended 7:30 Mass alone; now that I'm back Alane is in the kitchen making the meatballs; and the boys are indulging (what else is new?).

It's a warm hazy morning, but still cool enough for the not-quite-half-mile walk to the church. Da Chimpz are assembling the wooden train track set in their playroom. Maybe later I'll get them into snapshots or videos so I can put something new online. I'm on the sofa and I don't expect to move from it anytime soon.