10 February 2019

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 10 February 2019 is the Feast of St. Paul’s Shipwreck, commemorating, I suppose, the moment in Acts 27 when the passengers interfered with the crew’s attempt to save the ship they were on and forced it to run aground—or whatever really happened. I feel strongly that it’s somebody’s birthday or the anniversary of some significant event, but nothing is coming to mind, so I guess I’ll just let it lie.

In the news I see that we can all relax a bit as both Russia and the United States have suspended the Intermediate-Range Nuclear Forces Treaty—a step in the direction of bringing back the halcyon days of World War III, when we all were building nuclear weapons with insane abandon. Those were the days, my friend; we thought they’d never end—and damned if they aren’t back. I really miss the old threat of imminent nuclear annihilation—don’t you?