It’s Monday, and it’s Yom Kippur, but I am not only going to work, I am actually writing this on Monday morning, because I have a hard time breaking these sorts of patterns.  It’s as difficult for me to force myself to write a post a day early‒on Sunday in this case‒as it is for me not to write a post (or, previously, not to write 3 to 4 pages on a draft of fiction) on a workday morning.  I don’t know whether to feel proud or embarrassed by this attribute, but it can be frustrating at times, and at other times, it can be useful.  Those two things aren’t mutually exclusive.

I am fasting today, however, and I began the fast probably shortly after sundown last night.  I wasn’t paying close attention to the time.  As I’ve discussed previously, the fast entails abstinence from food as well as anything to drink.  That latter bit is in some ways nice, because I tend to have to use the bathroom frequently*, and often have to do so while en route to work.

This is one advantage the trains have over buses: they have bathrooms.  But using them is often a frustrating process, because it’s frequently the case that one or more of the bathrooms is in use (or locked for staff use, as I suspect, though that seems very inappropriate) and I have to go from car to car to find one that’s free.  Of course there are other issues with any public lavatory, but those go without saying.

Anyway, with minimal PO liquid intake, other than what is needed to accompany aspirin and other daily meds and whatnot, I shouldn’t spend nearly as much time running back and forth to the bathroom.  That’s not the main purpose of the fast, of course; it’s merely a silver lining.

It will also be nice not to have to buy anything for lunch today, and not to buy any beverages as well.  Sometimes when I fast, I feel like I don’t know what to do with myself.  I often eat and drink during most days just to pass the time, just to give myself something to do, and to give myself a brief, reliable prod to the reward circuits in my brain.  I certainly almost never eat out of true hunger.  In fact, often, the longer it’s been since I’ve eaten, the less hungry I feel.  I also tend to feel sharper, and a bit more alert.  But I get bored, or tense, or something, and food (and water) is a momentary relief switch.

Whatever.  The point is, I’ll be doing without food and water today, but I am working, though I shouldn’t be.  I shouldn’t be doing anything that I’m going to be doing.  Saturday was the first day of autumn, and Friday was September 22nd**, as I’ve discussed, and I wanted to at least try to use those facts as impetus to take some kind of action…but I don’t want to screw up my coworker’s planned family outing this coming weekend.  At least I didn’t have to work this last Saturday.

If there were a longer time span between now and when he was going, I think I would have been forced to ignore the fact; after all, there’s only so much I can keep putting things off just to avoid the inconvenience of others.  Two weeks extra may at least give me time to make more preparations‒and who knows, maybe it’ll allow time for some superhero to come and save me, or at least to change my mind.

Ha ha.  I’m joking.  That’s extremely unlikely to happen in any form or sense.  If that were going to happen, it’s had plenty of time to do so.

There has been a slight, coincidentally autumnal, turn in the weather this weekend, in that Saturday it was overcast and rainy, and it rained overnight, and there was a bit more wind.  It’s still hot, but a few degrees less so that it has been.  Sunday was warmer and brighter than Saturday, but there was at least still a bit of wind.

My back/hip/leg pain has been flaring these last few days, unfortunately.  It’s always there to some degree, but it’s annoying when it acts up.  Maybe the fast will help reduce it a bit by the end of the day.  I can’t remember if it’s done that in the past‒which probably means it has not.  If it did, if it does, I might be inclined to fast much longer.  Of course, that would be a fast related to food, not to water.  A water fast isn’t going to make one feel better for very long.  It might have other benefits, of course, but that’s not directly related to my pain level…though it is indirectly related.

In any case, I don’t expect anything to give me very much benefit.  But I may try to extend the food fast at least a little bit, even past today.  I could save some money.  And it’s nice not to have to clean dishes or throw away packaging or things like that.  Life is full of so many stupid little inconveniences, all of which add up to a truly miserable experience unless there’s something to counter-balance them.  For me, unfortunately, there is little to no such counter-weight anymore, and there hasn’t been for quite a long time.

All right, well…that’s enough for now.  If any of you are fasting for Yom Kippur, you probably are reading this after the holiday, so I hope you had a good one.  It’s not a happy holiday necessarily, but it’s not sad or mournful, either.  In some ways, it’s an attempt to make a fresh start in a new year, and that’s probably a good thing for anyone.

I don’t expect a fresh start for myself.  I’m not even sure what such a thing would entail.  But it would be nice just to stop feeling rotten (physically, mentally, socially, morally, and so on).  I don’t have high hopes…but then, I wouldn’t, would I?

*You can ask my brother and sister; I was a real trial on long-distance road trips of any kind, because I needed to go to the bathroom so often…sometimes more often than there were available bathroom facilities, so I spent a certain portion of my youth relieving myself near the shoulder of many a road.

**Among other things, the night Frodo left Bag End in The Lord of the Rings.