I woke up with a sore throat and slight fever and thus no desire to go hear the shofar. Jewish guilt, indeed. And Noah doesn’t want to go because it means he’ll miss self-defense. More Jewish guilt. I can get his grandparents to take him to self-defense and then Madison and I can stay home and sleep (services start during Madison’s usual nap).

Guilt guilt guilt.

Does it count that I made a round challah yesterday? And carrots shaped like coins glazed in maple syrup? And honey cake? And that we had a nice family celebration?

Probably not. I’ll have to call Brett and make him listen to me work it out.

I talked to J this weekend about coming over to take Madison trick-or-treating. Noah is going with his cousin (Brett, too) and I’ll stay here to pass out candy. Madison is too young to eat any candy, mind you, but I figured if J wanted to, she could hit a few houses. So that looks like what we’re going to do.

I still need to write the article due yesterday (if I can catch a nap I should be up to writing tonight) and I have to make a decision about whether or not I want to have folks at the writers’ retreat this weekend crit any in-progress essays. I worked on two of them last week and got a tiny bit further. Fresh eyes might help but I don’t know if I’m up for it.

So if a writer writes something no one will ever read, is it worth writing? Answer: Probably, maybe, I guess. In other words, do I want to work on something even if it may not find an audience? If so, how hard do I want to work on it? Theoretically I know writing is all about process but I get so little time to work that I feel guilty if I’m not spending time on something more practical.

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