Bit off the clock today, missed morning Mass. (On Tuesday of the octave, no less -- like calling in sick on your third day at the new job.) Gym much more crowded than in the usual predawn hours, many more marihuana vapors on the sidewalk en route. One must wake earlier than the evils of the city. Or, you, know, somehow manage to get to a city that isn't characterized by the power of evil.
