It occurred to me that I haven't written anything in awhile that wasn't awfully serious. Last year at this time I was learning new music, reminiscing about the events of the previous High Holy Days, and having a great time cracking myself up. This year--well, the world is going to hell in a handbasket, I'm leading Minha for the first time but already know the tunes, and today learned of the doctor, clearly lacking a full complement of human genes, who said to my dear friend about her father, "Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, who knows." And then shrugged and walked out of the hospital room.
But I'm pretty sure grim events have always taken place. The difference this year, I think, is that I can see them--as well as their flip side, really magnificent things--much better than before. When you choose to open the window, who knows what might drift in: old newspapers, errant butterflies caught in a gust of wind. Blink and you might miss the flash of color; keep your eyes open and gasp in astonishment.
Meanwhile, this did make me laugh (and, on behalf of my cats, who are of course vastly superior to all others but will never match the achievement shown below, feel the sting of intellectual inferiority):
Funny YouTube cat video