Tomorrow is the Feast of Becket. I can't promise that your local parish will observe it. It's listed as, at best, an optional memorial in U.S.-published Novus Ordo missals, and as "in England and Wales" in the 1962 Missal. That marvelous prayer-helper Fr. Francisco Fernandez omits it entirely in both of the volumes of In Conversation With God where it might be expected to appear, Advent-Christmas and Special Feasts July-December.

All of which just shows that a lot of people need their Becket consciousness raised.

This is the sign of the Church always,
The sign of blood. Blood for blood.
His blood given to buy my life,
My blood given to pay for his death,
My death for His death.

-- T.S. Eliot, Murder in the Cathedral

I will be in New York for a few days, so blogging may be light. 'Meantime, there've been some eminently commentable posts here since Dec. 23 that haven't drawn many comments yet, so scroll down and go wild.