Off with Paddy to the very early Mass offered at the small Catholic parish in the village. As long as they don't know I'm not Catholic, everything will go well. I feel like Burton sneaking into Mecca, though.
Later today I have to figure out my next stop. I may have a chance at a house-sitting gig, part of my side income during the year, during the month of August down at the south Jersey shore. I'm hopeful, as I'm in the mood to be stationary for a time. The only thing I have to do is get through the next ten days, although Paddy seems to want company for a time, so who knows?
