Summary: <p>On Tuesday, Solomon and I spent hours lugging wood and trellises up three flights of stairs to assemble the frame of our sukkah on the roof. At the end of the day, I asked Solomon to take a picture of me, in between the walls of our sukkah, in a power pose. I sent the picture to our family with the caption “we did it!”</p> <p>דִּבְרֵי֙ קֹהֶ֣לֶת בֶּן־דָּוִ֔ד מֶ֖לֶךְ בִּירוּשָׁלִָֽם׃</p> <p>On Sukkot, we read Kohelet and Kohelet has a lot to say here.</p> <p>On Wednesday, I woke with a start. An ominous crash sounded on our roof. I catapulted out of bed, imagining that our sukkah had collapsed or was about to blow off the roof to cause who knows what damage. I ran up to the roof in my pajamas, dodging the plants that had toppled in the wind. Our sukkah was still standing, but barely.</p>
