I decided to count the fast as starting from my last meal early in the morning. It was already Yom Kippur somewhere in the world by then, right? So I just had to hold out until dawn Thursday, less than 12 hours away.
I was up all night doodling around on the computer. I always allow myself the option of not fasting, and almost went to the kitchen a few times, but managed to hold out (5 more hours, 3 more hours...). I didn't catch up on blogging since that would involve writing about meals, which would make me hungry.
As the 24-hour anniversary approached, I realized I was too tired to cook, and soon was asleep. Now I'm up and I've been fasting more than a day, and feel I can make it until New York sundown. Crazy.
I thought of spending the day in my personal temple, the movies, but that just wouldn't be right. I haven't watched any TV either. But the Web surfing and reading I've done aren't activities the ancestors had in mind.