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We got to the Shabbat Destination six minutes before sunset. Not by plan; we calculated a generous journey time, added fifteen minutes just in case, and still managed to get onto the slowest 7 train ever. So Will fought off the congregants so that he could daven mincha,* and I raced around the rabbi's private room getting the food onto the hotplate, the timers onto the lights, davening mincha and lighting candles. With time to spare, I may add.
They do have a wonderful stock of trashy novels there. Shabbat at the self-help is the time I treat myself to rubbishy murder mysteries, and now the clock's changed, there's time for a good long nap AND a couple of lurid thrillers. So that was nice.
* He couldn't stay in the corridor to daven, because there was a congregant out there who wanted him to say a prayer for her daughter, and you can't daven mincha while someone's telling you all about their children.
They do have a wonderful stock of trashy novels there. Shabbat at the self-help is the time I treat myself to rubbishy murder mysteries, and now the clock's changed, there's time for a good long nap AND a couple of lurid thrillers. So that was nice.
* He couldn't stay in the corridor to daven, because there was a congregant out there who wanted him to say a prayer for her daughter, and you can't daven mincha while someone's telling you all about their children.