Ugh. Ash Wednesday. The day on which my Catholic guilt really kicks in. Even though I no longer go to church like I used to, I still feel inclined, every year, to sacrifice something for Lent. What on earth will it be this year, when I’ve already given up so much and seem to have a problem with getting “off the wagon,” as it is? For example, one year, back in college, I gave up meat for Lent (not fish, per the standard) and haven’t touched the stuff since. Then last year I gave up refined sugar–a move that, admittedly, was more inspired by “stomach issues” than for any want of character-building sacrifice. But alas, I have consumed very little refined sugar ever since Fat Tuesday of last year. As for this year… Shopping? (Non!) Red wine? (Mon Dieu!) Or maybe sex? Because, you see, THAT I could do without. (Hi mom.)
But one thing’s for sure–it’ll be easy to abstain from recreation this evening because, as it turns out, there’s very little to actually do. There are a few good art exhibitions, sure. But most will require action before 5 p.m. There’s some decent theater going on too, but I’ve already covered all that. Glug, glug. Sigh.
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