Jenna,
Thanks for asking. I'm fine; just a bit tired.
The High Holy Days are over, and it was a marathon since grades were due the day after Yom Kippur. I finally ended up speaking with my principal, who told me I should have spoken to him and that I could have until Monday to get the grades in. But, they were almost done by then, so, I just finished them, staying late at school again, to do so.
The services were lovely. The sermons by both Rabbis were awesome! The head Rabbi always does such a great job on the holidays, but, he always outshines himself, year after year, and this one was no different. There wasn't a dry eye in the place.
And the assistant Rabbi, who just had a baby three months ago, well....all I can say is that becoming a mother really matured her Rabbi's "voice." In a letter to her newborn son, which was multi-facited and multi-layered to speak to us all, she had us all in rapt attention. Again, there was not a dry eye in the synogogue -- and it was PACKED!
We are so very lucky to have such talented and loving people leading us in services and in life. :>)
A little story, about Rosh HaShanna, that's kind of funny, (since no one was hurt.)
I'm an usher for the holidays, and I have my little corner for which I'm responsible if there's a problem. So, in the middle of the service, this man had a heart episode. (He's fine; he may need a pace maker eventually, but, thank G*D, he's ok now!) Anyway, many people came forward to help. I was trying to maintain the dignity of the service, which was continuing, and asking people to please return to their seats.
Almost everyone I asked told me they were a doctor!
My friend Tom said,
"If you have to have a heart attack, the best place to have it is in the synogogue!
The ambulance came and got the guy; the service continued and most people were not even aware that anything occured! All was well....
So, that's my High Holy Day stories for you. Anyway, between them and grades for the kiddies, I'm pooped! It's beautiful outside, and I know I should be out there, playing in the garden, but, I"m about ready to take a nap. It's the Sabbath; I went to services, then to a young lady's bat Mitzvah; got a bite to eat, and a nap sounds very inviting. And it's a blessing to do so on the Sabbath to boot!
Oxford,
It's not your house that's causing your relapsing.
I wish you well...
Shalom!