|Those italicized words are Jewish prayer services: morning, afternoon, night
You get the picture. And you probably get why my last meditation on the end of the first day involved an elaborate plan for escaping to a nearby bed and breakfast and spending three days in the craft shops and swell restaurants dotting the gentrified villages of the Hudson River Valley.
My higher self prevailed. I stuck it out, only to wake to a second day that had the rip-roaring zip of the first.
Well, actually, I know the right words. They just sound stupid.
I see differently.
I will share more as soon as I take the final exam: figuring out how to upload photos from my phone onto my computer without throwing the phone against the wall or eating the entire box of Christmas cookies Himself brought home from the office.