Today is the feast of St. Bruno, the Carthusian. But all during my prayer time this morning, I was convinced that it was tomorrow's feast of Our Lady of the Rosary! I prayed the Invitatory antiphon ("Come, let us worship Christ, the Son of Mary"); I reflected on the feastday Gospel ("Mary has chosen the better part"); I made a mental note to find my copy of Pope John Paul's document on the Rosary to use for my afternoon prayer... All to realize that I was skipping right over St. Bruno. Even worse, when I took pictures of the stained glass at Our Lady of Mt. Carmel Church (where I sing in the choir), I skipped right over St. Bruno's window, thinking that I would have very little use for an image of an 11th century hermit.