So, last night we came home after a good Sukkot break. This morning I went out to do some errands. Everything went well until I returned home, to the front door entry system of the apartment block. A keypad. A security number.
Er, what was it again…?
Yes, that’s the definition of a good break: when you have relaxed so much, you cannot remember the security code for your front door.
Fortunately, while my brain was failing, the memory in my fingers came to my rescue by pressing on the buttons in the required order. Hardwired? Anyway, I made it home. And I’m going out again later to practice, just in case!