Dies Saturni

 Today is Saturn day. Not the planet but the god. A Roman god. The Romans got most of their gods off the Greeks. So far I have corrected Google spell check four times. 

Time for another coffee, or is that a latte. Yes I will have a latte instead. But without the frothy layer. Which I guess is really just a coffee with milk. A bit like asking for a cocoa and getting hot chocolate in TC's comic video wot he posted in his latest blog. Most chocolate bars aren't chocolate anymore. They are confectionary. That happens when the cocoa content falls below a critical level. Whittaker bars are considered chocolate. Cadbury bars are not. Chocolate breaks but confectionary immitations bend. Chocolate also melts in your mouth, people say that of foods that are cooked or made well. Though strictly speaking meat doesn't melt in your mouth despite claims it can.

I'm back with the coffee. I've added some Waireka honey. I hadn't planned to. It's nice. L and I buy our honey from the Waireka shop. It's yellow. About twenty minutes from Feilding. I also ate two slices of pepperoni salami. They were nice. Spicy. Soothing on my throat. 

Last night I packed my car ready for today. No I'm not going to Feilding. I'm driving to the Silver stream rubbish collection centre. Google just split Silverstream in half. AI has the potential to be irritating and also long winded. Think of the most boring person you know. That's AI. Just watch some of the many AI generated videos on Youtube. Frustratingly annoying to watch. Always the same narrative style. Never get to the point. Speaking of which...

In two hours I will go to the one and only true Church. I will join a small group of people and say the Holy Rosary. Then we will participate in the amazing Catholic Mass. I won't go to the sacrament of Penance. I did that during the week at St Mary of the Angels. The priest listening suddenly exclaimed in an incredulous voice "That's not a mortal sin...did you intend to offend God?". I still chuckle when I think back to that. I like him. Can't remember his name. About my own age. Evidently some of the ten commandments don't apply to pensioners I thought at the time. I can live with that I thought. Like how oldies aren't required to kneel or fast. It's a health thing I guess. Though it is likely my poor knowledge of and/or Catechesis (instruction). Bit like that famous last dilemma in Mark Twain's Huckleberry Finn where Huckleberry must toss up between handing in his friend, the escaped slave, or what he erroneously believes in his own mind, going to hell. Often we need someone elses take on a situation.

Stars can't shine without darkness; accept your shadows.