It's my second favorite holiday after Christmas. I celebrate today and the next seven days don't mean much to me.

It doesn't feel like Easter this year. Two of RM's close relatives are nearly on death's door, RM has an infection covering an eyeball, his eyelid, and a small part of his face. Nobody's been able to plan anything.

I just re-started my fast at 4:20 a.m. (pure coincidence).

I'll break it if RM's mother and sister cook an Easter meal. I doubt it because I think his sister would have said something yesterday.

There's always next year.

Happy Easter!