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I hope you have had an opportunity for rest or even just some introspective moments during this past week, the pause known as the Days of Awe, in between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, which begins tonight.
I had a slim opportunity for rest on the overnight flight from NYC to Europe. It was a slim opportunity, due to the aged and decrepit nature of this particular Lufthansa aircraft. Usually, I am very good at putting myself out. No drugs necessary, just a state of mind. And sometimes a large glass of wine or a beer! Akin to my ability to sleep comfortably in any hotel, the key for me usually revolves not around cost but around new-ness. I will take a brand spanking new Fairfield Inn over a grimy, decades old “luxury” hotel any day. Suffice it to say that my Lufthansa overnight experience was more similar to the decaying grand dame hotel that boasts a renovation from the late ‘90's. Like a sad and untouchable hotel bedspread, I removed whatever wasn’t attached to anything having to do with my narrow, ratty (but yes I was still grateful it was a business class) seat and covered my body and head with anything I could find to create a skin-to-seat barrier. That delayed my sleep outage until just after takeoff. Usually I can put myself under right on the tarmac, no joke. Even in coach!
I am realizing that this is the wrong day on which to brag or not be earnestly humble. I shall be tested on my self-aggrandizing bullshit tonight, during the recitation of the Viddui, or The Alphabet of Woe at Yom Kippur services.
And I will certainly be forced to revisit this idiotic braggadociousness re: resting on an overnight flight in any class of service in December, when we depart on our family trip to Asia. Yes, in coach. I will report back. But I have a high degree of confidence.
Shoot, now I have to add *that* boast to tonight’s confession. I think I need to quit while I am behind.
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See you next Sunday, when we’ll say hello to October! Truth be told my European business destination was Germany. So Oktober was on my mind. I may have depleted the supply of pretzels for the Fest that is about to start. I mean— I ate a lot of pretzels. A lot. A good deal of schnitzel. Lotta brot. Some würsts. A bunch of kartoffelen. Good reminder — now I will have to add Gluttony to the list for tonight.