Saturday was a lovely day. The weather was warm and the snow and ice around the house was melting. I cleared off the deck a little bit more and sat outside. Later, I drove Fiona and Wesley up to the dog part in Southbury. Wesley, who had been playing outside much of the morning, took a quick dip and decided the water was still too cold. I ran with a few dogs for a little while, but fairly soon lost interest and started hanging out at the gate, ready to go home. Perhaps the ice which still covers much of the dog park inhibited his enthusiasm.

Fiona and I sought out places to get some ice cream, but many of the ice cream stores are still closed. We ended up having some self-serve frozen yoghurt on the way home. I rested. Soon after dinner, my stomach started bothering me, so I went to bed early and didn’t write.

As I think about Lenten disciplines, and for that matter, so much of my life, I am reminded of the need to relax, to not try to do it all, to enjoy the weekend and keep the Sabbath holy.

This morning, I awoke in low spirits, from an interrupted sleep and residual aches and pains from Saturday. I listened to story of Jesus’ temptation in the desert and a sermon reflection on these temptations. Afterwards, I played hand chimes and headed home.

Fiona and I picked up some almond milk, lemons and sugar and in the afternoon, we made lemon sherbet. It came out very well. I rested more, and am finally sitting down to write before heading off to bed.

So, I close the blog post without any great insights from postmodern cyber biblical fusion, but that’s okay.