Bundle up, have a hot beverage! Meanwhile, I’m wearing a cotton skirt and a t-shirt, and it’s already 75 in the house. The a/c will probably come on later.
Not leaving the house. When the chills come, that’s my clue to have a “do-nothing” day. I won’t fight it because I don’t want to be really sick. I can’t allow that to happen.
Fr. R has the view that the choir is a representation of the angels singing. He sees the music as flowing over the congregation toward the altar.
Presumably, he sees the congregation as silent, but deeply spiritual!, non-participants in the whole event, as opposed to folks catching up on Facebook posts on their phones while angels sing in Latin somewhere in the rear.
In my opinion, Father R and his boss can go to Heaven.
I'm not going to get too furious over this, whatever happens, because it's bad for my teeth. However, I really feel like this is abusive. Uptown just assumes everyone will put up with whatever is dumped on them, because we're good people who won't abandon our congregation. And they're right, we'll just take it. And pay for it! Yippee.