I don't enjoy Fat Tuesday, much the way I don't party on New Year's Eve. It doesn't strike me as the best lead-in to a time of buckling down. I like Christmas, and if there were such a thing as Fat Saturday, I'd probably like it, too.
What am I giving up for Lent? Nothing I haven't quietly abstained from since January 1. You may call that cheating. I call it preparation.
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