My afternoon is going to be filled with preparation and practice. I have band practice at 1 p.m. I have solo practice around 4:30 p.m. Somewhere in there, I have Easter eggs to dye with my kids and some Gregorian chant to practice.
Saint Marty is going to be very happy tomorrow, at around noon, when all he has left to do is eat, which he plant to do a lot. Praise God.
Oh, My God!
by: Billy Collins
Not only in church
and nightly by their bedsides
do young girls pray these days.
Wherever they go,
prayer is woven into their talk
like a bright thread of aw.
Even at the pedestrian mall
outbursts of praise
spring unbidden from their glossy lips.
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