The first was my usual Shabbos bagel, enjoyed, as it is each week, during Torah study.
The second was my annual break-the-fast bagel. Layered with cream cheese, lox, and a slice of home-grown tomato, and washed down with the steaming coffee I'd been dreaming about all day, it marked the perfect end to a long, exhausting, and spiritually fulfilling day.
And then there were the bagel tweets.
Strung together, they constituted a conversation.
It went something like this:
Sep 22 at 10:59 a.m.: @JanetheWriter checking in at the URJ:
My suitcase and I have been here since 9, but come 1 pm, it'll be time to Rosh-a-homa to New Jersey for Yom Kippur.
Sep 22 at 12:36 p.m.: @BagelBossNYC:
@JanetheWriter Hurry home! Are you prepared to go fast? ;-)
Sep 22 at 3;19 p.m. @JanetheWriter:
Sep 24 at 9:25 a.m.: @BagelBossNYC:
@JanetheWriter Was your fast pretty easy this year?
Sep 24 at 9:37 a.m.: @JanetheWriter:
@BagelBossNYC Not bad, thanks. It was great, though, to have that first sip of coffee and bite of bagel in the evening!
Sep 25 at 8:51 a.m.: @BagelBossNYC:
@JanetheWriter We know the feeling. We've got coffee and bagels galore at 263 1st Avenue -- can you join us for a bite sometime soon?
Sep 25 at 8:53 a.m.: @JanetheWriter:
@BagelBossNYC Yes, I'll stop in soon!
An auspicious start to 5776?
I hope so.