Today is also Fat Tuesday. Or as I knew it better growing up, Pancake Day. Or Paczki day (Paczki, usually pronounced "pooch-key," are a type of Polish donut).

I could go for a donut this morning (even though I've been on an eating-healthier kick).

The idea behind the pancakes (which are typically an Episcopalian/Anglican/British thing) and the paczki are the using-up of eggs, rich milk, and butter, before the abstinence of Lent.

Yeah, Lent kind of sneaked up on me this year. I don't have any plans in mind for some kind of deep reflective thing or some kind of faith-testing thing. I'm thinking maybe what I NEED to do is work on being less hard on myself, though my inner critic says that's just being self-indulgent.

(So maybe I DO need to work on it.)

But I really COULD go for a donut, or some pancakes, or something like that. Or a piece of King Cake, which I normally don't care too much for, because the typical King Cakes you get around here from the supermarket are just their typical blah white-bread dough with some sugar added to it.

The local Episcopalian church is doing a pancake day, but this is going to be a busy busy day (2 meetings on top of the usual class work), so I don't imagine I'll be able to get away. And I have to find time sometime to get to the grocery as I am nearly out of milk and orange juice. (Maybe they'll have something good, I don't know).