Lent is over, dear readers. My blessed commas have been restored to me. I was really excited this morning, contemplating all of the ways that I could use commas today. The bummer is that not only am I not deriving much pleasure from my newfound comma usage, but I'm not even all that good at it anymore. I've forgotten how to write like I used to. I'm just so used to forming choppy and comma-free sentences. I can only hope that I'll be able to express myself normally after a few days of getting used to it again.
It's also Easter. It just doesn't seem to have the same meaning that it does to me at home, though. My dad absolutely loves Easter. It's by far his favorite holiday. We hear Easter music (which is beautiful stuff) for a while before and after the holiday proper. I was disappointed when we sang other songs in church today. I was really excited to sing Easter hymns. I know we would have at home, and music is one of the things that I strongly associate with Easter. Alas. I've been singing Easter songs to myself all day today to make up for it. I'll get my Easter one way or the other.
I don't know what connection commas and Easter have (other than my observation of Lent), but there you have it.