Feast Day of St. Peter Martyr

Feast Day of St. Peter Martyr — busted for entertaining women in his cell. Why can’t I be a monk like that? Better yet, he talked his way out of getting in trouble. My life is never like that — I always get in trouble. Maybe not always. Yesterday morning, while waiting to go to the office, I surfed over to the Texas Lottery site to see if I had any winning numbers. I gulped a little more coffee and started counting how I was going to spend the millions. No, just thousands. Wait, no, just hundreds. What would you do if you won the lottery? No, I didn’t win a big amount, and what I did was continue working on my e–mail in–box, process an order, answer the question that went with it, and then I did walk downtown (beats trying to find parking), stop off and have some lunch at a Vietnamese noodle house ($5.41), then walk into the Texas Lottery Commission, hand the Gemini behind the counter my driver’s license, and collect the [not that big] check. I did splurge. I got two sweetrolls at Jo’s, and I had a double shot of espresso in my coffee. Whee! Big spender. How am I going to spend that money? I thought about while I was walking. Weekend in Vegas? No, I’ve got appointments this weekend. I might send all that money to one credit card, though, that would be nice. Sometime next year, someone is going to get a couple of horoscopes that are frightfully joyous and happy, though, as I did write some before cashing in my ticket. Yes, when I win big, I’ll still do what I do. What would you do?