It is now Yom Kippur. I am fasting. I am likely to be irritable, and uncomfortable. Deal.
We went to services, once again, with our Havurah; it's a real blessing that the Cohens own a Torah. Both forestcats and I chanted Torah in the morning service, and we did the prayers for the chanting for each other. In another ninety minutes, we're back to services; only about four hours until we can eat again. Patience, O my stomach!
Late last week, I got my hands on a new comic from Warren Ellis, which appears to be the last one of this run: No Hero #7. Harsh.