Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall

That’s me, talking to myself in the mirror.

“There’s an extra month of Adar this year, and instead of beginning to think about Pesach after Purim, I’m going to get a head start.” I glare at my reflection, daring myself to snicker. My mirror-self’s lips twitch, and then the woman looking back at me is laughing. Have I no faith in me?!

I decide to start with the unimportant things. The things that I don’t really believe need cleaning at all — like… the curtains? No, I decide. If I wash the curtains now, I’ll have to rewash them before Pesach. And to everyone sneering at me, I’ve just done a check and there are ancient, squashed Cheerios in the curtain lining.

I move away from the curtains. Books? Nah, too early. They’ll just get full of crumbs again.