Sure doesn't look like the desert . . .

but it sure feels like it. Oddly, Lent this year seems to coincide with my own, personal desert time. I am weary. Spent. Stressed and anxious. Fed up. Depressed. Sick and tired, damn it. But I'm getting help to get through it. Finally. Takes me a while to realize that yes, really, it's ok to ask for help. It's a GOOD thing, a necessary thing. So my hope is that, perhaps by Easter, I may be ready to feel a little joyful. A tad peaceful. A tiny bit happy. Yup. Will be workin' on it.