A holy start in the Lone Star

Yesterday's time shift was quite confusing for me. I wasn't aware of it plus I crossed into the Central time zone early in the morning so it wasn't until sunset that I realized that it was an hour earlier. As one can imagine my life does not revolve around time much these days so I feel like a complete amatuer in the department.

Arriving in Lubbock midday, I located the synagogue, found a motel room, headed to a buffet of pizza and salad, and returned to temple to bring in the holiest day of the year. After, despite Jewish law, I stopped at a copy center for a late night session of crafts, letter-writing, and emailing. Not my first choice of how to spend a night off but since the fast had begun and I had a lot on the to-do list I feel like I accomplished a lot.

Today I mailed letters to the governors of California, Nevada, Utah, Arizona, New Mexico, and Texas as well as one to the President. The current strategy is to invite them on board and build a coalition. We'll see how it goes.

After this evening's closing service I broke the fast with the congregation. Being so grateful, I helped with cleanup before mounting up and biking into the night, tossing my sleeping bag down behind a building in Posey.