Mizfit reminds me that at Yom Kippur I should be atoning for wronging others. Every year I have the problem that I can't think of anyone I have wronged. There must be some! But I can't recognize any, so I can't apologize. Unless I am a saint on earth, which seems unlikely, this is a flaw.
This year, head down in piles of boxes, Rosh Hashanah and the equinox just blew past me. Thanks, Miz, for making me notice the calendar.
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