Ash Wednesday

Today, as I've done on Ash Wednesday for the past several years, I went to morning mass. I like the Lenten season because it's a good time for reflection and for taking stock of where I am. One side effect of going to mass on Ash Wednesday, though, is that the priest rubs ash in the shape of a cross on your forehead. For the previous two years, about twenty percent of the people I worked with were Catholic of some sort or other (I'm Anglican), but at my new company, everybody (except my boss, who was an altar boy once) kept asking me why I had a black spot on my forehead. I suppose I missed a great chance at proselytizing, but since I hate proselytizing, I just told them it was there because it was Ash Wednesday, and left it at that.

I also immediately failed at my Lenten resolution, which was to give up sweets, because I had an extremely dry mouth all day as a side effect of some medication. About the middle of the afternoon I was in enough pain (after drinking enough water to float a boat) that I went and bought chocolate shakes for my entire department (which today meant I got one for my boss as well as myself). Fortunately, it soothed my throat very well.

(I should probably explain that I really can't diet anymore, after doing the HMR sludge thing several years ago. I'm pretty sure that scarred me, mentally at least, for life. However, giving up sweets for Lent is not the same thing as dieting at all. Nope. Not at all.)