got delayed at O'Hare for about 3 1/2 hours, arriving in Milwaukee at 7pm instead of 3:40pm, and having to wait for my no-show luggage for over half an hour before discovering that it had arrived on an earlier flight, and that I could just fetch it out of storage. So it was about 830pm before I stepped through my door, after catching a bus and having a decent connection time. So that was a long end to an otherwise fun visit and set of interviews. And that's all I'll say about that now. T
oday I wanted to somehow really feel like I was remembering/celebrating the Feast of Perpetua and Felicitas
(and uncredited Saturus and the others, of course), who have long been favourites of mine, but nothing in my day other than some basic recognition and maybe a mini Litany of the Saints in my head really spoke to that. (And, of course, remembering my visit
to the Amphitheatre in Carthage where they were martyred on this day, 1806 years ago.) I spent most of my waiting around today continuing my first re-read of Thomas Merton's The Seven Storey Mountain
, as part of the resurgence in my Merton interest and reading since Chrysogonus
died. It's so much less mature than I remembered, compared to his later writing, but there are still some parts that are just utterly classic. I'm interested to note how well it continues to sell on Amazon.