I was driving on Friday night. I was coming home from Yom Kippur at the synagogue. A cop stopped me and told me I had a headlight out and that I was driving on a suspended license. So I had to ride my bike to Yom Kippur service on Saturday, eight miles. Then in the evening, my wife picked me up in her car (she was at another synagogue) and we went to a relative's place for break-fast (the meal after the day of fasting).

Today (Sunday), I had my church job. Yeah, yeah, I work at a synagogue and a church. I'm not taking any chances. The church is 18 miles away, and I didn't give myself much extra time to get there. I had to pedal really hard, and I made it three minutes early. It's mostly uphill, too. Coming home, I was tired, from working so much and sleeping so little. Riding home was hard.

Gotta fix my car and my license this week.