In the action flicks, each second of every day is an adventure. In contrast, real life is boring. I went upstairs, sat on the throne, took a shower, had my cold beer, and went to bed. The next day I woke, and celebrated two masses without incident. I made my usual rounds at the local hospital, giving the Eucharist to the bedridden. Some of them asked to make their confessions first. None of their revelations were as dramatic as those of the day before, and none of them pulled a rod on me. I ...