God seems to think I need some penance right now, it seems, I’m sure for slacking on my Lenten penance recently. I gave up diet Coke and whiskey for Lent, except on Sundays. But last Saturday evening, mea culpa, I back-slid rationalizing “well Saturday evening is practically Sunday,” having a couple otherwise modest whiskey sodas, with my chicken wings. Had done well up to that point this Lent, but God must’ve thought I needed a reminder that the body must be tamed.
Hence I woke up Sunday morning with a sharp pain in my right heel, that has left me limping and wincing since. As far as I can tell it’s another flare up of gout—which is hellish btw—which can be triggered by alcohol and too much meat. The whiskey sodas + wings --> gout. I figure. But secondary to the gout is some tendonitis in the Achilles for good measure.
Fun.
So God seemingly gave me the opportunity to participate in my own way in His Son's Passion this Holy Week. It’s a gentle penance anyway compared to the unimaginable sufferings of some people in this world.
Anyways, it’s Holy Saturday. Later we’re off to OKC for Easter Vigil at the beautiful traditional Catholic community of St. Michael’s chapel (SSPX), and a stay at the Holiday Inn.
Sunday will be back to T-town for a family Easter dinner of ham, mashed potatoes, deviled eggs, brussel sprouts, rolls, wine, and an Easter lemon cake I made shaped like an egg, decorated with Easter candy.
Just less meat and spirits for me going forward. Mea culpa.
Happy Easter.