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I could give you all an update, I suppose. And when I say "you all," I mean the 3 readers google analytics tells me I get on a monthly basis.

This week begins Lent. Last week, I saw a bunch of Catholics walking around with the ash on their foreheads for Ash Wednesday. We don't do Ash Wednesday, but I get a little thrill when I see those crosses, because it means our Lent is about to begin.

The students were required to attend church every night this week; therefore, I was required, too. Even though most of the service I spent trying to keep the kids from molding their candles into balls of wax, I did enjoy it by the fourth day. And then it was over, and I felt as if it had only just begun.

Photo at Holy Virgin Cathedral, from Tikhon Thompson

Castleville

In other news, I've quit drinking caffeine, which means I never get anything done. I come home and my clothes are on the floor and I think I should pick them up but instead I end up clearing shrubbery in my Castleville.

That's a Zynga game. Don't ask.

Most things are the same, I suppose. I don't write as often. Obviously. Sometimes I think I should move back up to the mountains, where the only thing I ever did was write -- write, and complain about the snow and try to cook things that always ended up worse than I thought possible.

I dwell on Common Threads. Lives naturally take on a theme - or perhaps more accurately, a motif. For some people, it's addictions - to people, drugs, travel. For others, it's accomplishments - in school, at the workplace, finishing project after project in the home.

I don't know what my theme is, my 'common thread'. I bounce around from one place to the other and before I know it, I've forgotten where I started. On purpose, mostly.

In fact, I forget where this blog began.