It is an odd day, and I feel I’ve passed from sunrise to sunset in a kind of haze. There’s the hunger that’s always there on Ash Wednesday. Mine is less than most. I still have two nurslings and cannot make it through the day on as little as I’d like, although I try to make it through the day on as little as I need. There’s something else about this day, though. A sort of mistiness, a sense of... Read more