Hubby Tony and I have a busy day tomorrow, so we decided to go to Mass tonight. When we pulled into the church parking lot we had to park farther back then we usually do on a Saturday, and the church as was fuller than normal. There's some winter weather forecast for tomorrow; I wonder how many of the extra people were there for that reason?
We're creatures of habit and usually sit in about the same spot. However, it was filled so Tony chose a pew on the opposite side of the aisle and much farther back then we usually sit. There was a man at the end who grudgingly moved down to give us just enough room. Eventually several other people wanted to enter the pew; when Tony asked the man to move down again he reluctantly slid over a couple of feet, which meant that the man to my left and I were very close to each other.
After the Gospel reading we sat down to listen to the sermon. I couldn't help but notice the man pulling out a medium-sized spiral notebook and a pen. He proceeded to take notes while the priest talked. I tried not to let it distract me, but since he was right beside me it was difficult. (If I'd wanted to I could have read what he was writing.) When the sermon was over the man put closed up the notebook and put it into the holder with the hymnals. It stayed there until the end of Mass.