The day of atonement is about the only article of my professed faith that I deliberately observe, even when so far from my family. I’m not sure why… I suppose it’s out of some tribute to my heritage, or perhaps the economy of the situation is just too good to pass up… one day of fasting clearing you for an entire year of sin is a better deal than our creator doles out to most religions, so I may as well make the most of it.
It is entirely unrelated that this has been a bad week for my own transgressions, and they have been weighing heavily on me. I won’t go into details, as I never do so here, but I can use this marker as a reminder of when it all happened and how badly I felt.
Hopefully God – or whomever – will take care of the rest.
Dan.