St. Blaise Blessing

Yesterday I lamented not being able to attend Mass for the feast of St. Blaise. Last night, at RCIA, I was talking to a man who noticed I wasn't at Mass, and I told him how I regretted missing it. The pastor overheard our conversation and said that candles weren't needed for the blessing on St. Blaise's feast. Then, he gave me the blessing right there on the spot. God provides! Thank God for our priests.

Better Now

I awoke this morning feeling really good and rested, almost as if nothing happened. My clothes and sheets were drenched, perhaps from whenever my fever broke. The last I remembered last night was violent chills and delirious thoughts in the midst of my virus. Today, it was all gone. I called Dad to tell him I would come in to work at lunch. I washed my bed linens and clothes. I took a shower and disinfected the bathroom. I happened to have weighed myself yesterday morning, so I weighed myself again this morning to see what had changed. I lost six pounds. And I felt, it, too. I was ravenously hungry, and I gulped down a liter or more of water. And now, I'm at work again, happy to be back. I was stir-crazy in my room yesterday.

I had hoped to go to Mass for Candlemas and St. Blaise. Next year, hopefully.