I started praying again. I didn't make a decision to start praying, I just started. I think it started when I got the mail on the way to services for Yom Kippur. A brochure for the next Daily Dose showed up in the mail and I read it while waiting for Kol Nidre to start. Well, I didn't read it. I did open it. And then Yom Kippur was a relatively good experience and then I went into town to get my new calendar and I bought a prayer book called Tefilat Chana. It was commissioned by parents who had lost their 6 month old baby, Channa.
Now I should go home. It's later than I wanted.