The first thing that went wrong that morning was I overslept. Turning over to see the clock read 8:03 AM instead of 7:00 made my stomach lurch. Of course, all I wanted to do was roll over and go back to sleep, but that would only make the situation worse. It wasn’t a normal Sunday. Pesach was tomorrow. There were groceries to be bought. Dishes to be kashered. Endless preparations looming in the back of my mind. I couldn’t relax; not for a second. Dragging myself out of bed, I stirred my ...
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