Generally sunny and disgustingly cheerful, with quiet little insects making an enjoyable, and quite varied, cacophony right outside my window. So, I haven’t dragged myself off to the promised (to myself, anyway) new synagogue to try some different services. The place I usually go to is full of friendly people, including many converts, but still…. Fat and happy, and no spark. None I can see yet, anyway. I would have noticed by now.
Fear of Spirituality. They got a term for this? No idea. Off to make up for this by reading A History of the Jews.