Lard

I did write an entry yesterday, but for reasons which are unlikely to become clear in the immediate future it has been left to languish unpublished for now. In the meantime, my quest for employment continues with a typical lack of enthusiasm or focus; let us say no more about it.

This morning's unconvincing snow shower quickly turned to a relentless cold drizzle, and I'm trying to put off going out in it; but I have things to do, food to buy, preparations to make.

As a staunch atheist I have no particular truck with the dour, joyless Christian tradition of Lent -- as if this time of year wasn't dreary enough already without adding to the misery by laying abstinence on top. Still, it'll take 40 days and 40 nights of deprivation to work off the enormous number of calories I intend to consume this evening, and since I'll soon be unable to afford such luxuries as eating anyway we may as well go out with a bang.

A night of celebration, then; the end of Shrovetide, a chance for one last wallow in indulgence before the belt-tightening begins; a fond farewell to the flesh. There may not be dancing in the street -- we don't do that sort of thing in Blighty -- but there will be merriment and gluttony in the company of friends, including the long-absent Shyboy, and tomorrow will be another day.
Posted by matt at February 24, 2004 02:06 PM