Today at work I observed a whole family of people entering my department with large bruises on their foreheads... or so it appeared to me. It struck me as very strange how an entire family could have similar bruises on all their foreheads. Were they all involved in some sort of weird accident or strange experiment? I mused over this for a good 10 minutes until the answer hit me while casually glancing at the calendar: Ash Wednesday. Wow, I felt stupid :-p
Just the other day I was chatting with someone about reading and discussed how I can't read more than a couple books at once because I can't keep up if I divide my energy in too many directions... and I immediately go break that rule; just barely finished Angels & Demons by Dan Brown (yet another controversial novel that I would heavily recommend), I'm in the middle of She's Come Undone by Wally Lamb (a spot-on recommendation by my dear sister, as always), and I am also taking in snippets of the '94 edition of Quaker Faith & Practice of the Yearly Meeting of British Friends lent to me by my local meeting. On top of all of that I am reading Time On Two Crosses: the Collected Writings of Bayard Rustin. All of them of course are excellent reads so far and I'm actually keeping up with each one despite my attentions being so spread out.