A funny thing, this fasting business. Forty days, come and gone, and I find myself to be a collection of mixed emotions.
Forty days is quite a long time. But I can’t believe it’s over already. Part of me feels like I should still have, say, a week left to go. But I’m glad I don’t have a week left. If you’re not tracking with me, don’t worry; I’m not entirely sure what I’m talking about, either. Read the rest of this entry »