Not only did it fly in faster than you can say licketty-split - it flew out again just as quick!
And oy - are my wings tired. Everyone in this house slept late this morning, except the wife - she worked the graveyard shift in the hospital, so technically, she slept the latest, but yet the least, all at the same time.
We spent RH in Yeshiva and, except for a huge bump on Binyamin’s head and Leora falling off a chair (again), we made it through relatively unscathed.
Just exhausted. Davening this year took a huge toll, and between that, running after the kids, climbing up and down “Mount TJ” to get to and from the dining hall, and giving over a killer shiur between mincha and maariv at the end of Yomtov, I came home, unpacked the kids and the car and promptly passed out on the couch.
Happy New Year!
Hope everyone has a Gmar Chasima Tova.