Just Any Old Sunday

The day began as any Sunday would--getting up ridiculously to go to mass. (When I say ridiculously I mean around eight to catch the bus for 9:30 mass.) Unbeknown to myself, or Megan, bus don't start running until 9:31 on Sunday mornings. Now 9:30 mass being out of the question, we settle on getting breakfast to waste time until 11:00 mass started.

The first place we find is Leicester's equivalent to an Applebee's. This chain is all around Leicester disguised with different names, but serving the same menu.

Now remember, by the time we walk in the restaurant/bar it is only 9:45 in the morning. Everyone in the place is drinking either a beer or mixed drink. Old ladies are in in the back corner having a lovely reunion over a fine brew. The elderly men behind us have no teeth, but at least two beers a piece. A young woman next to us is downing her mixed drink in order to get started on the wine she just ordered, and her boyfriend is content with the beer in front of him. I take this to be the status quo, but I have an urge to inform everyone that it's not yet twelve. Just in case they didn't know the time.

We enter the church and the sun is shining brightly behind us. It's the first time I've seen the sun in days. We leave the church it's snowing. I didn't think it would but the snow stuck. There's still snow on the ground and black ice everywhere. Sometimes I wonder why I didn't go to Australia. I wish Le Moyne had a study abroad exchange with Hawaii.