Happy Easter to all.
It turned out to be a rather unusual Easter for me. After having attended the Passion Service at Noon on Good Friday at my parish, Old Saint Patrick's here in Chicago, I began to feel a cold coming on. By Saturday afternoon, I was in bed with what I guess is the flu and only this morning have I returned to work. Not sure how long I will last here at the office.
I had to settle for watching Easter services on television; first time ever that I missed most of the Triduum.
At least I had some flowers in the house to bring in some Easter joy:
Not much else to report; just need to have some take-care-of-Jerry time, I guess. Not used to this stuff.
I hope your experience of the Triduum was filled with grace and joy.
Gotta sing. Gotta pray.