Like a geological formation, there are layers and layers of sentimental strata among my clutter
The leaves are magenta and gold, and the last extra kugel or pan of stuffed cabbage I forgot to serve on Simchas Torah and stuffed into the freezer has been consumed. Now lying in wait for me is that overwhelming “To Do After Yom Tov” list, or what the non-Jewish world calls “winter activities.”
I think I’ll bypass the ever-present “lose ten pounds, join a local exercise class, walk 10,000 steps a day,” and other ubiquitous annual goals.
Of course, I won’t ignore the spiritual growth items: Listen to a Shabbos halachah shiur online, review the weekly parshah, and maybe consider davening Maariv?
Moving on to the less esoteric items, I must change the summer clothes in the closet for winter clothes, get quotes to repaint the living room, and price new mattresses with pillow tops.
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