Boy, I know I haven’t been doing this Shabbat thing very long, but I have never been so glad to see the back side of it. That last couple of hours were really tough, which is I suppose the point, but still, tough is tough. I didn’t even go to shul, which would have involved a lot of walking. (As I’m still not technically even in the process of converting, I don’t feel it’s appropriate.)
I’m breaking my fast with soup with chicken and rice, and hummus with vegetables. At the point in the Havdala where you’re supposed to drink the wine, I drank most of a 16oz glass of water (lehavdil, and HaShem forgive me, but it might well have been expensive wine!) — best water I ever had.
Shavua tov, folks! We made it!