I left the house at around 5:00 to find a Haggadah, food, everything. I'm still sort of mystified that it was able to come together in time for sundown.
But it occured to me that rushing around to put the dinner together seems true to the spirit of the holiday: I mean, the ancient Jews didn't have time for their bread to rise, I didn't have time to make my own gefilte fish. I'm carrying on the tradition, see.
Obviously having to read a zillion mediocre poems is not in the same league in terms of excuses for not-getting-started-sooner as esecaping from slavery in Egypt, but you know. We live in diminished times.
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