Entry #92
Holy Week is finally over. I never relax until I hit the pillows on Holy Saturday night. Actually, my dread of Holy Week has nothing to do with its religious significance as the holiest time period in the Christian calendar. It just seems to attract disasters - like the time I got caught in an underground flood in downtown Chicago, or the time my husband had a stroke on Good Friday. Enough bad things happen to make me dread Holy Week every year; I don't rest easy until it's all over. That's... Sign in to see full entry.