The Monastery

I am now the proud owner of a myofacial roller. The concept is sort of masocistic. But the end result of an hour was sort of like having a massage.
I look at the pictures that I posted from Duluth and Grand Marais. Brown, gray, desolate. But I guess that I like that sort of thing.
I watched episode one of The Monastery, per Dorothea’s recommendation. Beautiful setting–it is a Benedictine monastery in, I think, New Mexico. Note to self: is an interview, the abbot says that the universal reaction of new monks is disappointment in who the other monks are.
Also thinking about the nuns that I know. Pretty much they’re out and about, not living in convents, unless they are really old.