Usually, at this time of night, I would be reading something completely non-challenging. Or writing a blog post.

Look at that. Last post? January 11th or something.

And that’s how life goes. One minute, you’re having a delightful time cooking and lingering along in the holidays. The next, you’re in class, your mom’s been in the hospital, your kid’s FAFSA’s due, you’ve been admitted to graduate school, and you have a paper to rewrite.

Wait. I think there’s a 30-minute a presentation in the same class, same day. Right.

Lots of my friends think I’m busier than they are. Lots think they’re busier. My colleague, the one who just had twins and has a two-year-old? She might be on the faster treadmill.

But I think we’re all the same.

And that’s what Lent is for. That’s what spring is for. I feel it, right around the corner.

This won’t last forever, the deep freeze, the feeling that you won’t emerge from a frozen state. But you do. Physically. Emotionally. This is a good time to prepare for the thaw.

I enjoy the process of Lent (a Christian liturgical season, to be sure, but it’s a concept that’s available to anyone).  You get off the path. You consider. Think. Repent. Prepare.

“Get me off this crazy thing.”* That’s life. Flip the switch.

(Post Script: The People’s Church in Lansing has a Lenten challenge to Tweet pictures along with the reading of Genesis, surely worthy material in any library. The website is – the twitter is #TPCgenesis, if you’re so inclined.)

George Jetson on the Treadmill (Reference to the clip/photo: The Jetsons was a Hanna Barbera cartoon series from the early 1960’s, reflecting America’s fascination with space. The protagonist, George Jetson, was frequently running afoul of his space-age appliances. The treadmill was a dog-walker that caught him up in its non-stop spinning. He wants his wife, Jane, to turn it off. Now, already.)