Our eyes, as well as the eyes of most of the world, are turned to Rome.
We watched the procession of Cardinals into the Sistine Chapel and saw the doors close behind them. It was a little spine-chilling to think that one of those 115 men would come out a Pope–and while about 50% of us guessed correctly on Pope Benedict, this time around we have no idea who it might be. Until tomorrow. Or Thursday. Or Friday.
I am an author and domestic engineer enjoying unbounded domesticity with the husband of my dreams, three fine brave rascally knight errants, seven lovely princesses-in-training, twelve chickens, an indoor cat, and an outdoor cat. And bees, coming soon.
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