Bad Jew

Tonight is the first night of Passover. No seder for me tonight, and, in my amazing ability to eat pork on Jewish holidays, I had a pulled-pork sandwich from the faux barbecue I made over the weekend. I figure after the pork, the bun was hardly relevant (it was frozen, if that is any consolation). I did wash it down with 2 glasses of nero d'avolo, my favorite red wine.

I do do a seder every year with my pseudo-family and other bad Jews who, since we are all busy, schedule it to our convenience. For the first time in awhile, we'll actually be doing it during Passover, this Wednesday night. I bring the charoset and a not-Kosher-for-Passover dessert. This year I'm doing an orange poppy seed cake.

I've never been one to really honor the restrictions of Passover. I remember one year my mother baked some weird bread for my sandwiches, since I wouldn't eat matzoh. My mother was good about Passover, although I think we sealed up the non-compliant food in a cupboard rather than tossing it.

My two favorite Passover things as a child were the fruit slices and the yellow cake with chocolate frosting that came in a box with its own pan. Haven't seen that recently, but maybe I'll peruse the discount items once Passover is over.

Resurrection

Spring. The time of rebirth, when the cold dark barrenness of Winter gives way to the warmer lighter fertility that is Spring.

Unfortunately for me, that fertility brings about pollen-laden air that makes me tired and causes an excess in my histamine production.

This year, that has been exacerbated (or perhaps vice-versa) by a virus of some sort. It started with a cough the night of February 21st and was full-blown illness by the morning of February 22nd. And then, it didn't let go.

After sustaining a relapse around the 10th, I finally started feeling better last Wednesday. Instead of being so tired that an extra 34 hours of sleep sounded good every day, it felt like an extra 5 or 6 would be okay. I worked full days at work for the first time possibly since the illness began. Over the weekend, I slept heavily Saturday, napping deeply in the afternoon. Sunday was was, scarily, more tired than I had been the day before. And then today.

Today, I am resurrected.

After a month (!) of not thinking too clearly, of having everything be harder than it should be, of just being too, too tired, I feel normal! Well, the normal started last Wednesday, it was just tired, punchy normal. Today, I've been functioning normally, and perhaps a little more so because it is so wonderful to get the things done that I've not felt up to, some of them for a month!

I'm giddy now. Tired, in a good way, from all that I've done. I think I'll stretch and watch some tv (definitely 'Big Bang Theory,' and if I'm bad 'Castle,' too).