Monday, September 28, 2009
So I tell God (ya, tell God, how theologically unsound is that, right????) that I'll fast til Friday and read chunks of the Epistles and maybe an epiphany will strike or land or descend in a storm cloud (Tyng keeps saying I shouldn't wait for an epiphany - cows would come home sooner). The next thing I know, I walk into an office filled with murukku (Indian snacks), pineapple tarts and Hershey's chocolate. My team has been busy and are happy to share, show, smell and taste the produce of their fun-filled weekend and here I am trying not to think about the Snickers bar in my drawer.