It's late, I'm tired, I have to be at the airport early tomorrow for a business trip to Phoenix. But I can't let Easter come to an end without reflecting a bit at how much it meant to be home for what is really my favorite holiday. Holy Thursday, Good Friday, the Saturday post-dusk 3 1/2 hour Easter Vigil Mass -- I wait for all of them all year.

For the first time in years, I went to a celebration or two after the Vigil. It was nice, but somehow I didn't feel particularly celebratory at that hour. Funny how getting older changes things.

I need to go pack for 84 degree weather. It isn't quite as enticing as it would have been in February.

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