Calm~ma, Teppy. I just hate everyone today, and I should be packing because we're going to Mom's this weekend.

In less whiny news, Amazon sent me a 5 lb box of hot chocolate instead of the Christmas lights I ordered, and told me to keep it at no cost. So, I brought it to the library and told them to keep it for their break room, which made my friends there very happy. And I just had a George Eliot graphic that was in the NYT's book review laminated because it makes me happy and I wanted to keep it.

Power at the new place is now in my name, I'm on with the gas company to get that done and to see if it can stay connected at the old place in case the furnace kicks on before landlord takes possession in a couple of weeks. After that, the all-important Internet. It's stupid how horrifying I find the idea that I'd have to spend a few days without Internet access.

Steph when I feel like that sometimes I'll drape a blanket over my shoulders (if it's not too hot) or wear something tight or sit with a pillow pressed against the small of my back to combat the floaty feeling.

Steph when I feel like that sometimes I'll drape a blanket over my shoulders (if it's not too hot) or wear something tight or sit with a pillow pressed against the small of my back to combat the floaty feeling.

It's less floaty and more jittery, like over-caffeinated (although I haven't had any more caffeine than normal) and speedy. I just took a walk and it burned some of the jitters off for now. So weird.

I've had that too recently, Teppy. I tend to blame allergies.

Oh yeah that jittery over energized feeling- I tendancy to move around or dance or something.

This week is lasting forever. I missed one day of classed for Rosh Hashanah, and I've got to miss another day for Yom Kippur, and putting together notes for other people to cover my classes is so much more work than just teaching the classes would be. Plus a million other things going on. I need to find a synagogue where I can go to Yom Kippur services, because I forgot to call around about that earlier, as usual. Someone that I volunteer with at Refugee Resettlement invited me to her break fast for Yom Kippur, which should be nice, but it'll also be a whole lot of people that I don't know. And I just remembered that I didn't tell her I'm vegan.

One year, I had a phonebank this week. And everyone on the list was, like, Feldman and Goldstein...didn't I feel stupid for being all "Where is everyone?"

Finding a place to go for Yom Kippur services is a pain. (Synagogues don't do collection plates or things like that, like churches do, and the usual system in the US is that you pay to be a member of the synagogue. You don't have to be a member if you want to just go to regular services during the year, but for the High Holidays, you have to pay for tickets. Usually, there's some system where you don't have to pay if you can't afford it, but different synagogues are different about how well they run that system, and how humiliating it is to ask for it. And I, as usual, completely forgot about this until this week, so now I've got to call around and find a synagogue that still has tickets available, and (hopefully) has some kind of special price for young single people.) (There is one synagogue that I know of in Cincinnati that doesn't require tickets, but it's one of the ones that does the service mostly in English, and I prefer Hebrew prayers. I do like the rabbi there, though, so if I can't get a ticket to one of the other ones, then I'll go there.)