For Shavuot, I went to my synagogue. I had signed up for the dinner and the study session that took place after services.
The blintzes were abysmal. That made me pretty sad.
The study session was uninspiring. I liked the idea of the clergy coming around to each table so that all tables had the opportunity to study in small groups.
I had planned to go to the JCC afterwards, because they have a fantastic program, but I was just exhausted and went home instead. I'm glad I took the next day off, though, because I needed the sleep.
In other news, the landlord FINALLY fixed the pressure on the hot water in my tub. It only took a year.
Con Edison was scheduled to come today and retrofit the basement pipes, which run underneath my closet, so I woke up at six this morning and emptied my closet onto my bed.