Got to work this morning and had to look forever before I found a parking spot. The embassy was crowded with guests.
I entered, and a colleague said, “Oh, Mig, didn’t anyone tell you?”
And I was like, “ah, no big deal, I’ll just make a few blog posts and go shopping for books in town. Happy Eid al Fitr.”
Shook a few hands.
I’ll file for overtime for coming in today.
They’re never precisely sure when Ramadan ends, you see, because it depends on moon phases and sightings of the moon etc. You’d think, if I can go to a website that tells me the phase of the moon on January 3 1990 then they could predict the exact end of Ramadan the same way, but apparently not.
Happy Eid al Fitr to you, too
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