Today is the feast of All Saints, and a day of obligation here in the United Kingdom and, I believe, pretty much everywhere else.
A beautiful way to stay near to those who have made it before us, and whose prayers we need.
You do much if you manage to inform one of the certainly many uninterested or tepid Catholics among your colleagues that today is a feast day and a day of obligation, and you will go to Mass. They will probably not follow your example, but it is another small work of (re)-evangelisation anyway.
Today there is no obligation of abstaining from meat, either. A feast day is not a day for penance.
I do not know you, but I am in need of prayers. I will profit of this occasion with enthusiasm.
I am sure my readers also read Rorate Caeli, and they have a beautiful post about the indulgences linked to the week that begins today.
Just imagine: to be among those who have made it, and are now enjoying Beatific Vision, forever. Infinitely better than being an Emperor, and within reach of all of us.