Every morning I make coffee using a french press. I usually grind it on the spot. I like it strong, and I'm very particular about this. Today's coffee is Kenyan AA.
Last night we had the Best Super Bowl Party Ever, and I think the only person who paid a bit of attention to the game was Liz. The rest of us ate, drank and played Taboo. Have you played this game? I love it.
Every week day morning, I have to decide whether to make up a reason to go out into the cold, since I don't have a formal "job" that requires I do so. I am invariably more productive if I get out of here at 7:15 and hotfoot it to LTS, but I could read at home.
I'm still working through Mary Margaret Funk's book on John Cassian. Thomas Merton still confuses me.
When I had a clergy internship, Monday was my day off. I still prefer to do laundry on Mondays. And not to have clergy internships.
You may not realize this, but I am even more attractive in person than the photos on my blog suggest.
I'm considering a media fast for the first week of Lent. A certain abbot thinks this is wimpy of me, but hey - that's a long time. I mean, does any of us want me not to blog for the entirety of Lent?
On second thought, consider that a rhetorical question.
Is anybody else thinking of some helpful Lenten disciplines?