Indulgence Day

I looked briefly at the property I was going to inspect today an hour before the inspection before deciding not to bother waiting.  I didn't want to live there after one look at it and my thoughts of yesterday confirmed for me that I'm not in a position to buy or to want to buy.

I was going to drop my car off at the office (walking to work is becoming a habit) when I made an abrupt turn to stop at the Canberra Synagogue on account of it being the Jewish food fair and open day.  They were unfortunately out of falafel, but latkes were there to be had, and I picked up a challah (for the non judeophiles that is a braided bread eaten on the sabbath and on festival days.)  Challah contains eggs and is slightly sweet (it was compared to the French brioche by the woman who made it) so on two grounds it contains things I have given up for Lent.  (Eggs qualify as meat under my Lent definitions.)  However, Sundays are not actually fasting days during Lent.  I generally maintain my fasting all the way through, including Sundays, but this felt like the right call.  A one off chance to participate in some way in the customs of another religion, done.

( Theological rant behind cut. )

And to close this theological rant with a quote from my foray into Judaism this afternoon:

"Charity may not save us, but it makes us worth saving." - Professor Reuven Kimelman

TW: 100 shoulder presses, 100 chest presses, 50 handstand pushups, 50 weighted dips (and then a nice sweat in the sauna before heading off for dinner.)

Dinner and a nice chat was had with Cupcake Goddess about work and housing and family and relationships, and it continued after I we left the club (CG apparently hasn't discovered Canberra's pubs yet) and made it back to Chez Canuck for tea and challah.

Tomorrow I walk to work again, for the first day of the last big sitting week for a while.