Ash Wednesday is nearly over. I sang this evening at Cathedral the music of Byrd, Lassus, and an obscure Spanish guy who wrote a wonderful Miserere. Lent has truly begun.
The priest really slathered the cross on my rather ample forehead this evening (see photo). I have a feeling that priests take true delight in bald men on Ash Wednesday, thinking that they suddenly have the canvas with which to be artistic.
I leave in the morning for Wichita and KMEA. The packing is finished. I’m going very light this trip, with no suit but sweaters instead, all in Webster University logos.
My allergies are really kicking up. I’ve had a pretty miserable past few days of sniffles and watery eyes, then sudden sneezing.