I once worked with a very observant Jewish guy. He’d hang his black felt hat on a special peg in the kosher restaurant, then go back to a special counter they had for saying before-meal prayers. His wife wore a wig to cover her hair. He was never at work during these Days of Awe, and I always wondered what he did, other than pray.
Now I wonder if today he might be swinging a chicken around his head three times?