Actually, I work tomorrow, so it’s not as though I’m especially excited about the end of a work week.  On the other hand, there’s never any reason for me to get excited at the true end of a work week, even when I have a full weekend off.  I don’t do anything fun on the weekends; I don’t have family or friends with whom to spend my time.  I guess I do get a bit of extra rest, but ironically, lying around too much makes my back and legs hurt more, so that’s not a huge amount of help.

Speaking of lying around, yesterday I left work quite early‒indeed, before the work day had really started‒because I had a rather sudden-onset lower GI issue that required an immediate (albeit relatively minor) wardrobe change, and threatened to require more extreme ones.  I had realized that I was quite tired and unambitious in the morning, but hadn’t realized that it was because I was actually ill, not merely lazy.  I guess that’s reassuring, in some sense.

I got back to the house as quickly as I could, and I medicated myself, and I tried to rest.  I do feel somewhat better this morning, but I still have some GI churning going on.  I guess I ate something that wasn’t quite all that good, perhaps.  I don’t think it’s anything all that serious.

It might be interesting to try to find somewhere one could “catch” cholera.  However, in the modern, Western world there is little enough cholera around, which is certainly a good thing for people who want to stay alive, and who want to do so by (among other things) avoiding copious watery diarrhea that dehydrates and volume depletes them until their system collapses.

It sounds bad, but I think it sounds preferable to a death by salmonella, or by toxic strains of E. coli, and way better than dying due to Clostridium difficile enteritis.

All right, enough of that crap*.

Tonight at sundown marks the start of Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year.  Unfortunately, I’m not looking forward to it particularly, and I won’t be celebrating it.  I’m even going to be working tomorrow‒not doing so would entail switching weekends, which would entail two weekends worth of work in a row.  I’m already barely holding on to the end of my rope as it is.  I don’t want to throw gasoline onto the brush fire that is my deteriorating life.  It would be nice to achieve a tiny bit of dignity for me, just once.

I haven’t had a terribly dignified life, as far as I can tell…or at least as far as I know.  Actually, I’m not really sure what that would mean or entail or what.  For the most part, I don’t quite grok these weird, interpersonal social “virtues” or whatever they might be called.  I’m a fan of politeness, of course; I always used to say, manners are the lubricant of civilization.  Things go much more smoothly when one disciplines oneself not to be rude even to people with whom one disagrees.

But if there is a clear, concise, and precise definition of dignity, I don’t know it.  Then again, I’ve never looked for one, either.  The subject has never really seemed that interesting to me.  Of course, it’s not a frankly boring subject either, and if I had limitless time in which to explore any field of knowledge or thought, I’m sure I would get to it eventually and give it the attention it probably deserves.

Anyway, the point was (if memory serves) that I’m not celebrating any happy holidays.  Of course, eight days or so after the end of Rosh Hashanah comes Yom Kippur, the day of atonement, not truly a “happy” holiday.  That might be an idea worth embracing.  It’s generally a day of complete fasting‒no food, no drink, no smoking (if you smoke), no sex, all that stuff.  And people tend to go to services, of course, if they’re observing the holiday.

I haven’t observed any holidays or rituals of much of any kind in quite a while.  These are community-oriented things, and I have no community.  I often fast on Yom Kippur, just because I think it’s a useful thing, mentally and “spiritually”, to do from time to time.  It clears the head a bit, and that’s good when one’s head is as gloomy and polluted as mine tends to be.

It’s also often tempting to try to see if I can continue the full fast for more than one day.  It’s the drinking that’s the hardest thing.  It’s relatively easy to go without food, certainly for 24 hours, and it’s often reasonably easy just to continue that.  But the body’s need for water is much more significant and urgent.

Maybe I should try to do the fast, and to extend it as far as I can, at least the eating bit, as part of my own atonement and closure.  It might be worth a go.  It would be nice to lose some weight.  That requires a fair amount of willpower, though, and I may not have it in adequate supply.

Ah, well, I guess we’ll see.  One way or another, I hope to atone very soon, so I should be able at least to get into the spirit of that holiday.  As for New Year (by whatever cultural measure) I don’t have much enthusiasm for it right now.  But for those of you who do, and who celebrate it:  well, I hope you have a good holiday.

For the others, I’ll be writing here tomorrow.

*Ha ha.