Ok, I said I'd tell you more about the hamburger later, and now it's later. Here's the deal:
I don't remember the last time I went to church. The church I was going to in Sioux City apparently lost its priest, and is not holding services until a new one arrives. This information has not been confirmed. However, with our current work situation, going to a church that's more than 30 minutes away isn't practical at this point. So, to sum it up, I'm not going to church, and I'm living in sin with my future husband. I'm not really doing any of the things that a good Orthodox person would do, so why continue to act like one? I've never even been to confession. So, I decided to stop fasting. Not altogether, mind you, I'm still practicing the Wednesday and Friday fast. I'm just not following the whole Lenten fast thing. I probably will during Holy Week (the week before Pascha), but until then, I've reverted to being carnivorous. I think God will forgive me for my weakness, I hope he understands. A little grace in my life would be refreshing. As it is, things are not going so well. I have a roof over my head, food to eat, a job to provide money to keep the wolves from the door, and the love of friends, family, and a wonderful mook of a man. But that's where the list peters out. I'm not happy in my current situation. And I don't feel like there's anything I can do about it. Things will change, hopefully for the better. I just hope they change soon. I'm going out of my gourd. My poor thumb can't take much more. (Please don't ask me to explain that statement. Suffice it to say that I have a bad habit that surfaces when I'm stressed, and my thumb pays the brunt of the price.) Peace, I'm out.