The dark smoke also indicates that I will sequestered at the university for the next couple hours, doing my obligatory time in my office. While the Italian press had speculated I may skip this part of my professorial duties, I will not alter my daily schedule during the conclave. I sit by my phone, awaiting the call from Rome.
The dinner menu for the conclave cardinals is unknown. I will be dining on potatoes and ham tonight. Later, I will walk to the fountain down the hall for a cup of water. Papal elections are thirsty business. So are office hours.
While the smoke blowing is done for the night, I will continue to pray and pack my bags.
Saint Marty must be ready to head to St. Peter's Square at the drop of a hat. Or pick up his daughter in about an hour.
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