You probably know it's Rosh Hashanah - Jewish New Year - tonight, and that's why I've been a little quiet. In the last week, I've:
made a dozen honey cakes
sought out pomegranates, figs, and other appropriate fruits for a shechiyanu
done to teshuva with a handful of people
called a number of old friends I've not been in touch with for a while to wish them l'shanah tova
cleaned my house
prepared tonight's meal for eight people
signed up for the shul's hospitality programme, so I have someone I don't really know coming as well
been out to play, too, obviously: dinner at friends, shul, Switch Triptych at the Soho Theatre (don't bother) and Pride and Prejudice (there was a woman in the row in front who was the only person in the universe who doesn't know the plot and was genuinely surprised by the turn of events)
dry cleaned my Yom Tov clothes
OK, the last one's a lie. I'm at that stage in my life where I don't get a "new suit for Yom Tov". I have a lot of clothes, and if I bought more every Yom Tov it would get silly. But I did buy a new pair of Victorian-stylee lace-up boots which are almost identical to the ones I had when I was seventeen.
And today, two clients have insisted on meetings. Like, great. It's the equivalent of Christmas Eve, and I need to be in shul at 6.15, and I won't get home till 4.
I'll say hi, later. But in the meantime: I wish you all a sweet, happy, creative new year, and shana tova tikatevu v'tikatemu - may we be signed and sealed for a good year.
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