tip-tail of the year

This is one of my favorite times of year, early fall that still feels like late summer, especially in-between with the high holydays so early this year. I'm hopping on a bus soon to go home for Chabad services with my mom; I don't know what to expect but at least I've got a nicely tailored suit and a soon-to-be scrubbed self to go with it. There was something I wanted to talk about but now I can't remember; three nights in a row of slow but steady drinking and too-little sleep probably isn't helping. It feels good though. I'm ready to take stock.