Fasting

Just gulped the last water I’ll get until tomorrow at sundown. That concept has such a finality to it. “Don’t be such a wuss,” I tell myself. “If you want to be a wuss, Judaism is obviously not the religion to try.”

I have such interesting conversations with myself.

At sundown (just now) started Tisha B’Av, the Ninth of Av, the day when the second temple was destroyed by the Roman army under the emperor Titus. Complete fasting, no washing, no clean or new clothes, no leather shoes. Time for the yellow flipflops. Time to get a grip.