Driving in Napa, past wineries, on lovely country roads, a thought sprang up in my mind…
Me: Ya know… I think I’m done with Lent… I think Lent has run its course and I think we’ve done a really good job.
Me: Yeah… also I want to stop at that one shop I like.
Kamel: The one with the cookie??
Me: YES! I want to go there! I really want a cookie. I think I’m done with Lent… I’m ok with it.
Kamel: Ok… if you think you’re done, that’s fine then. It should be up here in a minute.
[A few minutes later we nearly miss it, but slow down in time to get a good look… the building is half burnt and covered in tarps. A big closed sign is stuck in the window.]
Me: No… No no no.
Kamel: Aww man… it’s closed!
Me: It’s… a sign. That is a sign.
Kamel: WHAT?! What sign?!
Me: That! Is a sign!! That is a sign…. We are not done with Lent.
Kamel: Ha! You are hilarious.
Me: You can’t argue with a burnt up building the one day we drive by in months and months and months. You just can’t.