New Year

Note: I just discovered this fragment of a post, which I started almost six months ago but never finished. Apparently I hadn't been sleeping well at the time.

Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, was just a couple of days ago. As an adult, at least, I've always appreciated this two-day respite from the entropy I call my life, mostly for the opportunity to reflect back on the past year and gaze hopefully ahead at the new one.

I don't get to spend a lot of time alone with my thoughts these days, even though I seem to have a lot to think about. That quiet time is something I miss very keenly right now, with so many commitments and responsibilities pulling at me, and I was looking forward to the introspection that, for me, comes with attending the high holiday services.

Just before the holiday, I took the train out to the rehab hospital to visit my dad. When I walked into his room, I found him asleep in bed and my mother dozing in the chair next to him. The two of them looked so peaceful that watching them for a few minutes made me feel rested, too.

Originally drafted on 9/15/2007, 10:08 p.m.