The inexpensive gym seems to have upped the karmic ante -- the showers were shut down completely, per a bright yellow note on the front door. Diverted to another branch, did the full workout, shower, then laundry, then breakfast with Henry James, and now to the work. In short, everything except in-person Mass, as that timing was inflexible railroad time. Accomplishing the work of time outside the constraints of time. And there's the time-shifted Mass from the academic chapel in the UK.
I have a peculiar relationship with the American church. Of necessity, much of it is picture/pauper bibles, but that's because of the general condition of folks here. From time to time, I've found churches with solid homiletics, canon lawyers, usually. So my sympathies are more with the publishers of the picture/pauper bibles than any enthusiasm for the things themselves. And it is necessary. Todos, todos, todos. If the Catholic church doesn't remain the universal church, it has lost its central legitimacy. The point is that a common road is possible. And perhaps the eventual union of the common road and the correct δοχοσ will bear much fruit.