Let Latin Live

Been having fun with Latin lately. It is quite the thing. It certainly took long enough! When I was in high school, I was the only person in my entire class of 375 who signed up for Latin III. Needless to say, the course was not held, and I was assigned not to my second choice of French I, but for Algebra II, which was and is definitely not my thing. I was also president of the school Latin club for about two years, not because of any leadership skills on my part (that's not my thing either), but because the other girls recognized my enthusiasm for Latin and things Roman. Finally the Catholic world is catching back up with its cachet in this department!
I had more serious things to write about today, but I forgot what they were, and I am in a rush. Today I have a Dante class at CTU (I'm the "presenter of the day" and the topic is Paradiso, Cantos 6-9, and 6 is about, ugh, politics), and then this evening choir practice with conductor Simon Preston. (You are supposed to be impressed at that.) I managed to do my physical therapy stuff, but am still limpy from that "serious of unfortunate events" that hit me in early Lent, exacerbated by the "kneeler incident" at St. Peter's. If anyone out there has stock in the company that makes "ThermaCare" heat packs, you can thank me for your upcoming dividends...