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Yesterday evening was the first weekday Mass I have attended at my home parish for over six months. It was good. Thursday evenings, with the quiet of eucharistic adoration followed by the low-key simplicity of Mass, have been one of the great pleasures of my routine for the last year and a half, and their absence has not done me any good.

For all that the Mass is the Mass, and that it ultimately doesn't matter where one is or whether it is celebrated in accordance with one's personal tastes, I'm fallible enough to be happy to be back in my comfort zone.