Rosh Hashanah was an excellent, exhausting whirlwind, and I will fill in the details when I finish catching my breath. If I ever write a book about this journey, it will be called "Learning How To Sing While Standing Naked In Front of 1,000 People." (Figuratively, of course. But that's what it felt like, in the best possible way.) Meanwhile, I have a sore throat. It conveniently waited until 9AM Monday to strike, and then did so with a vengeance. Not panicking yet; neither coughing nor sneezing, still able to sing, gargling with warm salt water every hour, and I plan to go to the doctor today. And there are seven more days left before YK. Still, oy.
So back to real life, and trying to cram in all the accounting of the soul stuff that I didn't get to last week (or the week before, or the week before.)
4 comments:
Glad to hear it went well.
Thank you!
One hour before YK here in Israel - g'mar hatima tova!
Thank you--to you as well!
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