It’s Yom Kippur, and being raised catholic, this is usually a day that comes and goes without as much as a raised eyebrow. Ben, however, being Jewish is practicing various rituals of atonement and I am fascinated. As far as I can tell, these include fasting from sunset on Sunday to sunset tonight, when he will break fast with the amazing traditional Yom Kippur meal that I plan to make after I go to the library and find out what that is, and lighting what’s called a Yahrzeit candle. The Yahrzeit candle burns for 24 hours in remembrance of those who have died. I think it’s a really nice thing to do. My only problem is that I feel the need to stay home and babysit the fucking thing. It is just a tiny little candle, but who leaves candles burning unattended in their apartment all day? And in Santa Barbara for fuck sake this place is always on fire.