November is continuing to be a rollercoaster of a month for me. Right after Mass Travalon and I searched my car for my poor, lost rosary, since everyone kept saying, "It's probably in your car." We had no luck, so we went for a walk on Governor's Island, and then I played repique at my Brazilian drum class again. My buddy seems to have quit, but I like the other people in there too. By then the Packer game had started, so Travalon and I watched part of it at home, and they were killing the Patriots. I had to leave before the game was over to go to band practice, and then when I got there, nobody was there, not even the hostess. I really had to pee, and I was so puzzled - was it at someone else's house? Were we not having it? But I double-checked the email. Eventually some other bandmates showed up, and then the hostess ran over from her neighbor's house, where she'd been having dinner. I was kind of grumpy but cheered up as we practiced Christmas carols for a gig at the airport in December. I did stop by the Adoration Chapel on my way home just to see if my rosary had shown up, but at this point I have to face that fact that it is gone. I will make a few posters and put them up, in case that helps at all.
I did steal this photo off of social media today.






























































