Mass in the Snowstorm

The nice thing about being snowed in is that we didn't have to go get the Christmas tree, cause it would have been Very Foolish to attempt to drive over to the Christmas tree lot.

I suppose we could have taken the child's sled and walked, and picturesquely dragged the thing home, but it didn't occur to me till this moment. Ooops. Too bad.

What was nice about not getting the tree (though notice we'll just be having to deal with it later) was that it freed up a bit of the day -- not the morning, no, no -- Mass stops for no snowstorm, and if the choir's scheduled, the choir's scheduled. Felt very virtuous and hardy, singing up in the loft to a total of about 20 people in a very empty church, after having driven in second gear all the way there. But the snow freed up the afternoon.

Did I grade papers?

I did not. I'm going to do one of those paper grading marathons tomorrow night. Or, rather, at 4:30 in the morning on Tuesday. Before Sam retired, we used to do this together, because inevitably we both ended up in the situation of having to hand a bunch of papers back that we hadn't graded yet.

Now I do it on my own.

But this weekend was all about Christmas. Presents for colleagues and the children thereof, Christmas cards for everybody all over the world.

And knitting. The Ironstone "Paris Nights" shell is finished, and the Reynolds "Fusion" pullover is coming along, and I even started some new socks.

The rule is, grading tomorrow and grading yesterday, but never grading today.