Friends, both days were bourbonless, to be sure. Gray clouds have covered our formerly bright skies. Yet being that this weather is not unlike the weather back home, these overcast fifties and sixties are not without their charm.
My fasting-meet-to-be-hidden (as the Latins would phrase it) has become more and more evident at work. I no longer sit and drink after shift. I neglect the fellowship of my comrades, sneaking out the back door, giving short farewells. Not that I would reject a drink handed to me in benevolence (lest I give scandal to my weaker brother)! But everyone now knows I am the weird religious one. If only it were through kindness and holiness that my religious reputation would spread!
Ah well: next Lent.
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