Where I am supposed to be...

I was supposed to chant at ten o'clock with our Schola this morning. I was then supposed to drive an hour to Belmar and march in the first Saint Patrick's day parade of our season.

As it turns out, all of the scientific data we have been exposed to about a diet consisting largely of roasted meat being bad for you has some merits. You may refer to my previous post about rodizio for the root cause of my current absence from those two activities.

I really should have gone to the parade. Its a shame to miss a teachable moment. If nothing else it would have been a great answer to the tired old question "hey, do you wear anything under your kilt?"