Some mornings don’t really start fresh.
They carry the remnants of whatever rattled around in your head the night before. The worries, the hopes, the noise, the mishaps. The beat of last night didn’t vanish just because the clock flipped.
We don’t get clean slates...
....we get continuity.
I gotta go get another piece of chalk. This one isn't flowing as smoothly as I would like. Less than a month and I get to go over to Uncle Ira's and spin dreidels and eat sufganiyot. The festival of light will also ring in longer days. Albeit, we will be stuck with sunsets at 4:20 for a week or so, but the days will get longer around the last candle on the menorah being lit.
Mazel Tov you Chalkheads. Try to find astonishment on Humpday. A week from tomorrow is Gobble Gobble.
