Ezi spent a day making a Dobos torte for Oren’s birthday.  I was so hoping we’d get our whole family together to celebrate it, but we couldn’t seem to get our times together.  Maybe my madness is coming out – that i’m afraid of my own grandchildren, my own children, and wasn’t assertive enough about the times.    I’ve noticed my increasing paranoia, my fear of going out to Jaffa, my hunger for communication ameliorated by the occasional zoom.  All along, I thought I was as sane as could be expected.  Thank goodness we’re going on the Israel Trail tomorrow.  Even though it is really hard to hike with a mask, it’s still more sane to commune with nature…

never mind – we’ll still have a birthday party – and many more – this is a month of family birthdays, and we have to celebrate a few before the next shutdown.