Back in Chicago: From the adoration chapel at St. Clement of Rome parish to the afternoon adoration at St. Peter's. My sister picked me up at 5:45 this morning for a ride to the airport (Thanks, Mary), and as we approached in the dark, I was suprised to see the huge orange flames, skyscraper-high, from the oil refineries to the west. I've never been in that part of the city before dawn.
The early flight brought me into Chicago on time to share a community lunch with Sr. Susan and Sr. Helena, who were getting ready to leave for a book display in Green Bay, and with Sr. Anne Eileen, my longtime friend from our Boston community, who had been in town for a conference and was going to leave after lunch. I hadn't expected to see any of them, so it was a real treat. Sr. Thecla prepared roast beef, mashed potatoes and gravy and one of her "signature salads" for the meal, since it was "community day" when we have a solemn high noon dinner. (I missed the community Mass in our chapel, but I heard that the homily was fantastic--Father J. Grace, originally from the Richmond diocese but now a Paulist, did the honors.)
Meanwhile, Mom and Dad are coping with the situation of Dad's miserable health. The doctors released him from the hospital sooner than warranted, because of his own desire to attend his brother's funeral. Perhaps being at home will help somewhat. Prayers are still needed all around.
And tomorrow (again, before dawn), I head out with one of our employees to staff a book display for a teacher's conference in the Rockford diocese. Prayers, please!