On my flight home after visiting my mom (and thank you for the prayers) I did something totally out of character for me. I slept on a plane. Having grown up riding subways in New York, I learned never to sleep while using a mode of public transit. But I was tired and so I closed my eyes and snoozed for a bit. If you are over six feet tall as am I then you know that airline seats are not designed for sleep. So maybe it was the exhaustion – I had been up very late watching a Korean drama and don’t judge me with my sister – or maybe it was the uncomfortable position I was in or maybe it was just that something happens to the brain at 30,000 feet but I opened my eyes and immediately thought the following.
If Telly Sevalas had become a priest, how would they have tonsured him?
Who loves you baby… And you’re welcome. That laugh was on me.
Now back to Lent.
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