The Stars and the Cookie Jar

I wasted today, pretty much. Went riding -- oy, poor pferdchen, having to carry me --though I can't go into a gallop without closing my eyes very tightly, and I did bounce off once, surely due to my own hideous lack of balance.

Then I went to lunch with my family, took a three-hour nap (fresh air can kill you!) and set out to ponder Passover. You see, my immediate family is no longer Jewish, and though this is not usually a problem (when they have shrimp, I have salmon; when they have pork, I have veggie pizza) I have no bloody clue what to do about Pesach and chometz and like that. I suppose I could symbolically go over my room with the paper bag and the feather, but .... I don't so much have breadcrumbs in my room. I compulsively leave mugs of chai hanging around in here, but not food.

And there's no way in the cold frozen wastes of hell that my family is going to let me disturb their normal flow of foodstuffs just because it's Passover. It' Lent for them, and they're damn cranky.

So I've compromised (hey, this took thought, even though it's probably so halachically out the window) by putting all my nice matzah product in a Rubbermaid bin, and by knowing I'm not going to eat anything leavened, at home or at work, either. If I know, God will know.

Wish me luck...