No posting from me today other than this one.

As I sat in Mass this morning listening to the homily, I found myself thinking of my soul in terms of the Augean Stables (which violently incongruous pagan metaphor I sincerely hope will be forgiven by my friends of the Cloth).  Time to reach for a navigable river and start dealing with things in earnest.   Mom routinely lectures me about not being so hard on myself, but especially on this day I simply can’t stop thinking that I’m not hard enough.

Somebody asked me the other day what Lenten observances I was planning and, more specifically, what I was planning to give up.  I had to think about that one for a while.  The truth of the matter is that I have very few personal indulgences left, especially now that I’ve been requested and required to give up the gargle.   So this year I’m going to accentuate the proactive instead:  more reading and reflection and prayer at home, more charity out in the world.

As for blogging, no I don’t plan to stop.  But I am going to limit or cut out the more frivolous sort of posting and concentrate instead on, well, reflections like this one.   If you’re interested in the inner workings of what passes in Robbo as spiritual thought, stick around.  If not, make a note to come back after April 12.