Beloved Rhubarb had a links on her blog page to others in the game. In one there were sardonic reflections on Christianity but in a few installments he'd also write about what "Father" said at Mass that week. Yes, one of "those" here in its own in and outs.

Further exhumations from a crowded closet later?

Catholic education insisted you'd graduate with a pretty package of skills and "if" didn't come with said package's module on the beating it in part. This morning finds the usual ritual of playing "Jumble". No, not something more educated like Sudoku---a numbers game, but yet---, or the crossword. But there is excruciated education pride in being able to recognize a word very quickly when such exotic, depending on the solver, letters as "X" and "Q" are present.

This morning the second scramble was "cleet". Oh, yes, that's "elect", time and effort will not be revealed now. But as in many a time I wonder was that a little background noise before I got it? In this case, Alice Cooper's "Elected". The skeptics will say the mind will invoke select memory of the just completed event. Rhubarb told me why she always made a deliberate stop and not a California Roll at all those red octagonal signs when it came to the mind filling in for convenience.

The next scramble was "vindie". Yes, another relative exotic letter and of course the solution was----"divine". Good one, David and Jeff! Well, in the Divine, time is----something all encompassing yet meaningless. Next up, the theologians.

The puzzle was about the first thing two clocks had when they came to life: Face Time.

Ah, a homonym. And the phrase not invoked by the puzzle is one thing some of us put off by playing said puzzles. It moves along whether desired or not and then there will be Thursday's "Jumble" . . .