OK. Cool. So today’s Yom Kippur. I fasted, for I think the 4th year in a row. This year, though, I had to COOK. Do you have any idea how hard that is to do when you can’t eat for another 2 hours? Insanely. I didn’t go to services or anything. Just hung out all day at home. I was insanely pooped by about 3, which is when I had to  start cooking. Funny how that works out, isn’t it? So the first thing I thought about in the morning was what to have for breakfast. It’s interesting  how much you think about food when you can’t have any. My main activity was when we went with Suzanna to dig up some moss that we found on a rarely traveled road for our garden. Even though it only took around 10 minutes, it takes a lot out of you when you haven’t had anything to eat.  I started to think about food again. Other than that, I stayed at home, lying around, watching TV and browsing  the Interwebs.  Then, at around 6:15 people started showing up. I think I must’ve broken my fast somewhere around  6:05.  By no means  had the sun gone down, but it was dinner time, and I was about to fall asleep on the couch. After inhaling a  scrumptious dinner of  (my) Indian potatoes, spinach pie, beets, lentils, kugel, and a dessert of brownies and  various Alon’s pastries, I finally am back to feeling  how I should at…wow, it’s only 7? Dang.