Lent Fail

All I can say is

Blehg.

Some Lents feel so wholesome and stringent and growth-ish.

And some don't.

Some Lents feel like a time of strengthening and healing.  And some just make you want to sleep a lot.  Sleep Lent away, like morning sickness.

And then the numb, the dryness, the Blegh, the disconnect and the spiritual indifference must become the cross.  I just have to carry this cross well.

The cross of Blegh.

Sorry, God.  I know Blegh isn't even a word.  In English, anyway.  Maybe it's the Hebrew word for "I'm just super-tired."

Probably not, though.