The Yom Kippur That Was
I just got back about a half hour ago from Yom Kippur services in Skokie (which, of course, was followed by breaking the fast and then taking the Peoria Charter home from O'Hare). Thank GOD I can get up a LITTLE later tomorrow since I have a dental appointment to get my new crown, because I'm just BEAT.
Services were fine -- I do wish I were actually living in the city or at least close so that I could actually attend Or Chadash more than I do now. Say what you will, I personally ENJOY being in an LGBT congregation. This year we were at the JRC's temple for various complicated reasons, and the JRC's new temple is a "green building", and while that's great and all (reclaimed wood, lights automatically turn off when it senses no one is in a room, etc.), there are some bizarre features to the building. Like the above door, which is on the third floor and leads to NOTHING, except maybe someone plummeting to their death from three stories. There is a VERY short hallway on the other side, and so really the door leads to NOTHING. We debated on just function the door was supposed to SERVE, if anything. :: laugh ::
Only at a gay synagogue could there be a joke made about a gay bathhouse being called "The Mikvah". :: laugh ::
Shana tova, everyone. Now I have to get my (currently) sin-free ass to bed. ^_-