Or something like that.

Last night I stopped by a reading of Dante's Inferno in the Episcopalian Cathedral of St. John the Divine. It's rather moving to attend a public reading of such a work of poetry. However, it's also somewhat unnerving to be descending into Hell without leaving your seat in church. At least Dante gets out at the end.

I had the privilege today of being able to attend OOR/Morning Prayer and Passion narritive at the Church of Notre Dame today, being off from work. There were a bunch of students there, but of course there could always be more. Especially in comparison to the crowd that showed up on Ash Wednesday. If only we could make getting ashes contingent on being around for Easter the previous year.

I also get to go to an Byzantine shroud veneration tonight and help them set up for Easter. Woot.