It’s Yom Kippur; Albert and I are curled up in bed. Dan and I should be going to services, but we don’t have anywhere to go. Barring that, I should be at work today, because this week kicks off a very busy month and a half for me, including half-a-dozen trips around Texas and the country, but I really don’t feel well. I took Ann up on her suggestion that I observe Yom Kippur at home. I think it was the right decision, but I’m worried about all the stuff I have to do. Then again, with a cat curled up at your feet, how worried can you be?

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