Season 2, disc 1 of 24 is in the number one position of my queue. It's clearly available. And yet, these people over at Netflix skipped it to give me Pride and Prejudice, which had a "Short Wait" and was in position 3 instead. Are these people on my wife's payroll?
Not that it matters to me. I don't need to watch 24. I can turn it off whenever I want. (Bastards!)
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My boy is playing with a big red race car as he wears a purple clip in his hair. Something is amiss here. It may be time to shave his head.
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My wife and I were talking about the beauty of the trees' leaves in the spring. Are they a different shade of green than mid-summer leaves? Is it simply their presence following their long absence? Is it that there is no corruption yet in them? They are a new creation, beautiful and perfect.
Speaking of the perfection of beauty, yesterday's Mass was blurred by my tears. A baby was baptized (a beautiful and perfect baby), the congregation was sprinkled with water to remind us of our own baptism, and we feasted on the Word of God in the Scriptures and in the Eucharist.
I find myself yearning for Mass by Tuesday. By Friday, I feel as if I've been away for a month.
Once a week is not enough.
I was glad when they said to me, "Let us go to the house of the LORD!"
O LORD, I love the habitation of your house and the place where your glory dwells.
One thing have I asked of the LORD, that will I seek after: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD and to inquire in his temple.