It's not all beer-and-skittles

Last night my sister called me about a question someone asked her; and after we talked a bit, I said I had to go. Oh, do you have another of those wonderful dinners planned?

Apparently, my readers think I'm some sort of Anthony Bourdain on the prairie!

Alas, no.

Last night's dinner was the following:

Leftover spaghetti, which I dressed with a little olive oil and Parmesan cheese (also leftover), and microwaved, with leftover ham.

With this, I had leftover green beans and some very leftover cheese and crackers.

All washed down with some leftover box wine.

For dessert, some leftover pie.

Not that I'm complaining, it was all tasty (especially the ham! I wish I could remember who gave that to me!).

But not all beer and skittles. (And if you're wondering what that phrase means, go here.)

And if you're wondering what else might be going on in Russia...

I had Holy Mass at 7 am, with many of our schoolchildren -- we move it earlier on First Fridays so they can attend before school. After breakfast, I did some reading and emails, and then went on communion calls. After that, I took all the green vestments to the dry cleaner; when they come back, I'll take the reds; after Advent, I'll take the purples, and after Christmas, the others. That way, they all get dry-cleaned once a year.

Now I'm procrastinating from thinking about writing my weekend homily. Hey, it's almost lunch time! But don't get excited; I'm walking next door to the grocer for a sandwich.