Today is Wednesday, and there’s not a whole lot to say about it except for that. It was a lot more of the same — more reading chapters, more hoping I can get these two projects finished before February is done — except with much better weather than yesterday. I still don’t love the walk between the house and train station, especially today when I didn’t wear my boots but everything had iced over, but even this evening was a whole lot nicer than the wet sludge we had on Tuesday.
It’s Ash Wednesday, and as I joked on Twitter earlier this afternoon, it’s that day when, traditionally, we draw a circle of ashes around ourselves to keep the island’s Smoke Monster at bay. (Does that qualify as a Lost spoiler? If so, um, oops.) I hope that doesn’t make me a bad Catholic…although, truth be told, I also ate meat today, and aside from my sister’s wedding (which wasn’t a full mass), I haven’t really been anything like a regular churchgoer in years. Maybe it’s the four years at an all-boys Catholic high school that did it, I don’t know. I’d probably consider myself a spiritual person, if not a religious person, but despite how I was raised — and though it might pain my mother to learn this — I don’t know for a fact that I’d call myself Catholic. God and religion are definitely things I think about, seriously and often, but I’m not entirely sure I’d put a label on any of my beliefs. (Nor am I unwilling to admit that might be a little bit of a cop-out.)
In other news, I watched a little more of the Olympics this evening — mostly women’s hockey, Canada versus Sweden. At the time when I get home in the evening, it’s apparently that or curling on NBC. And despite having seen Men With Brooms, which is ostensibly a movie about curling, and despite realizing it’s not all that complicated, I remain a little mystified by just what those teams are attempting to do. (Though I’m with John Scalzi: these pants are nothing short of amazing.)
And that, really, is that.