The Gays get a Pride Month. Mothers, Fathers, Doctors, and those who Labor get a day. Up at the specified time for this year's Father's Day. No real indulgences planned, but I should get a long overdue haircut, if not today, then this week. It's a treadmill day by calendar. It's a FB off day by electronic roulette. And its a do fleishig dishes day because Sundays follow fleishig shabbos dinners. Don't really feel a need for unique, designated activities or any real or contrived elevation of status. I'm hardly deprived of opportunities to pursue what I like, though perhaps sometimes deprived of motivation to pursue what I should.
The calendar usually puts Father's Day at the penultimate weekly planning day for the half-calendar, so my next six months of initiatives as SMART goals get committed to paper. I did a little better this past semi-annual bloc than most. Father's Day doesn't change that. It's more a calendar demarcation point than an indulgent one, as it should be.
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