Not that it is at the top of my mind these days, but today it occurred to me (well all right, it has occurred to me on a few earlier occasions as well) that by this Sunday the fast will end. By Sunday I am free to crack open a can of Cherry Coke and crank up the tunes on my stupid little music phone, if I so desire. On Sunday evening as I make the two hour drive home I will be able to, for the first time since the beginning of February, drive to the sound of music and imbibe a gallon of Mountain Dew to stay awake. What will be the first album that I play, after these long days of quiet? I’m not sure yet. I’m not sure if I ever want to drink soda again. I’ve gotten rather fond of water and tea and fruit smoothies. I’m not sure if music is such an addiction any longer. I like to hear it, but I have also come to adore the quiet.  I really like having quiet time! And I think I’ve learned how important that is. Remember when I gave up blogging for Lent? Ha! This has been much healthier, I’m sure of it.