I don’t think it always lines up like this, but this year Passover falls smack in the middle of Christian Holy Week. (Maybe it does always line up thus but I never noticed because I never had a job in a Catholic church before?!) Anyway, Wednesday and Thursday nights are seder nights. Friday night (you know, shabbat!) I cantor a Good Friday service. Saturday night I sing in the choir for Easter Vigil, which everyone tells me is a marathon. Sunday morning, because I am a Jewish saint (no, actually because I need the money) I am cantoring an 8 a.m. mass and singing in the choir at the 11:30 mass.
The rationalization currently taking place is whether it makes sense to go home between 9 and 11:30 on Sunday morning or whether I ought to save the gas and just hole up in a coffee shop and read the New York Times on the day it’s actually published, for pete’s sake.