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CheckoutThe greatest strain on our marriage, my wife and I agree, is building our sukkah. It’s always a project left for the afternoon before the holiday of Sukkot starts, with only a few hours before it needs to be finished, while food sits on the stove and children dart around us, trying to “help.” A bamboo pole or two will conk me on the head and I’ll start to lose my temper; we’ll mutter in mutual frustration when I forget, as we try to put the roof up, that I’m five inches taller than her.