The land of the bean and the cod! Of Patriots and Red Sox! Yes, in Boston. I just got in a couple of hours ago. My day started early, just like those shoppers who were waiting outside of Macy's when I was walking to Mass. (I was singing, "Let there be Mass today, and let it be 6:15" because I wasn't sure of St. Peter's post-Thanksgiving schedule.) When I came home, Sr. M. Thecla was packing me a turkey sandwich for lunch. (I love Thanksgiving leftovers.) And Sr. Susan helped me transport my luggage to the Clark/Lake el stop, because neither one of us could carry them up the two and a half flights of stairs at the stop right behind the convent.
I was the only person in the Orange line car for most of the ride to Midway, and though the airport was bustling, security was pretty much a breeze. If only I had remembered to take the keys out of my pocket! (They're still in there, and they don't open anything in Boston.)
Sunday we drive to New York to begin our concert season. I will be counting on your prayers, since I didn't have much time to practice the music, as you can well imagine.
Today is Mom's birthday. She'd appreciate your prayers, too.