Joeby has frostbite on one of his ears. It's swollen, and he's being difficult about letting us touch it. I looked up frostbite in dogs, and it says that the time to worry is when it turns black. Unfortunately Joebs is a black dog so that doesn't help. However, the swelling seems to be going down. And that is apparently a favourable sign.

Lots of barfing here. It's flu time. Feeling sorry for the boy, he's kinda icky.

Went to Ash Wednesday service tonight. I almost didn't go, I was mostly asleep on the couch when the dog came up and I swear he said "Mom". I woke up. But I was sweaty and grumpy and didn't feel like walking down to church. But I did. And I was glad. It was just me, one other parishioner and our visiting Father. Who I know would have walked down there in the cold.

It was funny, there's a passage halfway through, in the Psalm for the Ash Wednesday service, where we ask to be forgiven for envying those who have things we do not. Boy, do I ever need that.

I'm fasting, for Lent. And I gave up sugar. Hence the sleeping on the couch - I only managed half a cup of coffee with no sugar and I usually have, oh, five or six. Roll on, Easter...

Today was one of those days where all kinds of people phone and tell me long involved stories. Unfortunately some of those callers were guards explaining why they couldn't come to work. So I watched the detainees all day, too. I worked through lunch, and finally convinced someone to come in and take over from me at 5:45 so I could go curling. We lost by one rock. Wah.