Why do fast days go so slowly?

I was up late last night: The Franchise is back to recording, and we got an okay basic track for Don’s newest song “Best Day of Your Life,” although I don’t think that will be the final one we use. After that, Sarah was talking to an old friend whose mother is in hospice, so that was very emotional. So the upshot of this is that this morning I overslept, and it was only after I awoke that I remembered that it was Ta’anit Esther (the fast of Esther).

Normally, I prepare for fasting: I wake up early and have breakfast, with the all-important coffee and medication, and the day before I hydrate a bit extra (rather than drinking beer & rye with the band, which tend to dry one out). So my immediate reaction was “uh oh, I screwed up.”

Now, minor fasts (of which this is one) are just that: minor. If someone is sick, they don’t have to fast, and the bar is pretty low. But inherently, the lack of planning was my fault, not just some random thing, and I figured I’d give it a go.

Happily, I made it. This I see as a testament to my continued recovery from Lyme et al – it wasn’t so long ago that I wasn’t allowed to fast on major fast days. So this is a good reminder to be thankful for the blessings in life: I should not let perfect be the enemy of the good.


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I'm a network engineer, musician, and Orthodox Jew who opines on things which cross my path.

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