Since it was a hectic day – the junk deposited before our house finally cleared away, exercise, air conditioners delivered,  post office again, return at last the faulty disk drive in herzlia, buy yellow paint to fix the wall, I really felt we deserved mousaka at Al Greco.

But when the waitress offered beer, we refused.  No, we aren’t that desperate.  But ouzo…

So we wound up sharing a bottle of ouzo and the coffee did nothing to dispel our inability to finish the preparations for dismantling our house for the proposed replacement of the airconditioners.  

And tonight I have to make another attempt to change my server before it’s too late.  So I’ll have to sober up.  My occasional helper, Baruch (aka Barry) having returned to his religious roots, no longer appreciates the kind of raunchy humor I exhibit when the stops are pulled out.  

So I take it out on you.

The only thing possible to do is write a diary entry,