Go to mass at a tiny little chapel in the Newman Center--it is quiet, and the silence carries the weight of reverence. The mass is said  exactly right, if I may sound like a traditionalist snob for a minute. But it is so wonderful when it is done just right--right timing, right gestures, mostly no music (weekdays) and never drawn-out. 

It is my little "safe place" in Pittsburgh. 

Spent today in mourning for lost marriage--some days are just like that. And you feel like nothing, like a speck of dust.  Another good reason  for daily mass.

And there are, of course, ladies to meet. Which is a real perk.