Dear Diary: Déformation Professionelle

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Coming home in the middle of the evening from a delightful Thanksgiving feast, I was sorely tempted to take it easy — to go to bed, if truth be told.

But I didn’t; I couldn’t. Even though it was a major national holiday, I couldn’t find anything in the files that authorized a day off from the Daily Office. So I scratched out a highly abbreviated list of links. That wasn’t any good, either; I had to flesh it all out. Just as if it were a nice weekday morning. I’m not kidding: I didn’t have a choice.

We did have a lovely day, though, especially considering that it’s the holiday that we’ve sought to avoid for over five years now.