No even close to one-a-penny, two-a-penny, but the lovely aroma of hot cross buns. A good mile walk for me to the bakery and back, and got the car from an adjacent street. The parking for the building was full when we got home from Munchkin Night. I needed to make sure and move it this morning, or I'd've been very confused tomorrow morning when I left for work. It's been a lovely impromptu vacation, the civil holiday on Monday, the call off for low census Tuesday, and my scheduled day off today. Seems like I've been successfully staving off a mild cold, thanks to the rest and time.
Despite my disinterest in old rituals and abandoned religions, I will mark this season of Lent. To walk and practice. Though not to rub ashes on my brow, though I am aware of my own mortality, and grateful for it. I didn't go the extra block to the cathedral for the ritual. No need, it is part of me.