update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/what-right-have-I/001.md

@@ -68,7 +68,7 @@ Chuckles, just as planned. Give an ex-theatre teacher a stage, and you will get
 
 "We debated celebrating our own Yahrzeit as an intentional holiday, and... mm, well, and perhaps some of us do, yes? Perhaps on New Year's Eve, we recited our own *Kaddish.* I did not. I argued from... ah, from the beginning, that we hold instead *this* day in our hearts. This is a day worth celebrating. This is the day we lived again. This is the day that we — that the committee on... ah, on the Century Attack at the New Reform Association of Synagogues — have decided to dedicate our energy to. It is my honor to announce that..."
 
-I turn to face west and, with timing on my side, need to wait only some few seconds before the final sliver of the sun slides below the horizon.
+I turn to face west and, with timing on my side, need wait only some few seconds before the final sliver of the sun slides below the horizon.
 
 "It is my honor to announce... ah, to announce that it is now *Yom HaShichzur.* Today is the day of our restoration and... ah, and the first celebration of our return to life. May we take this day every year, the 41st day, February tenth, to... ah, to rejoice with each other that we are *here,* that despite the wills of others who would have otherwise, we are *still here.*" I bow once more and gesture at the open space before the stage, cueing the oneirotects standing to the side to dream up the banquet that will be our first feast. *"Chag sameach."*