divine angst

I made it through Easter without having any Easter candy. That was pretty purposeful on my part—I didn’t do a basket for Mr. Angst (or for my family/guests) because it was just going to be too much work and I wasn’t really up for it.

But somehow, I made it through Easter without even thinking about Easter eggs. I didn’t hardboil any, I didn’t dye any, I didn’t even have a twinge of desire to make or buy cascarones. I just didn’t.

Now, I’m pretty sure I don’t eat eggs anymore, but I could have at least had some around the house. I feel sort of disappointed in myself, that I forgot EASTER EGGS. I don’t know why.