My parents were telling me the other day about how the pope met with Kim Davis and people were upset about it, and how the pope disavowed arranging this meeting, saying it had been set up without his knowledge by his nuncio. With my superior knowledge of Latin -- superior to my mother's, I mean, which consists of the sentence Hibernia est insula, or "Ireland is an island" -- I was able to inform them that nuncio meant "messenger," but what a pope's nuncio in particular might do I couldn't say. Merriam-Webster Unabridged says that a nuncio is "a top-ranking diplomatic envoy of the pope accredited to a civil government," which sounds good, but I think my parents just like the sound of the word, especially when coupled with the vague notion of someone you can blame things on. "Oh, my nuncio," said my father with mock exasperation, trying the phrase out. I think they'd like to see a sitcom called Blame It on the Nuncio or something like that.
None of which has anything to do with this week's stix, of course, but what is there to say about guilt-tripping throat lozenges, besides that I didn't listen to them last week when I was sick and instead went right back to bed? In that sense I may well have managed, however inadvertently, to "inspire envy."