Today is a full day, and tonight and most of tomorrow I will be in synagogue. I’m going to break my fast with Sarah and family, which means I won’t be getting home until late.

Posting will probably be about as light as my meals tomorrow. Until tomorrow night, of course.

You know, I blame my teachers in Hebrew school, but this time of year, I have never been able to shake the image of a giant, open book in the sky, waiting for Gd to write down what’s going to happen to me next year. Oh, well. It is kind of a neat image, after all.

G’mar chatima tova to my Jewish readers. To everyone else: No, it’s not acceptable to say “Happy Yom Kippur!”

I once sent in a donation to the public radio station in NYC simply because their DJ said, “This is WBAI, the station that will never wish you a happy Yom Kippur” during a pledge drive. (No, I didn’t do it on Yom Kippur.) Kathy something. Irish last name. Same name as a bar on Bloomfield Avenue in Clifton. It’ll come to me.

Rambling? Yes. Time to wrap things up.

Oh, yes. An easy fast to you, too.