So after great procrastination, Oren’s decision to have knee surgery was realized and he went in at 3 this afternoon.  By 8:30 he was up and smiling and tomorrow he goes home – walking, not hopping – with crutches.  I was pretty amazed – I’d seen him in surgery years ago and it wasn’t a pretty sight.  The Herzlia Medical Center is a little piece of heaven and has restored my faith in the wonder of modern medicine.

I’d also spent the morning failing – once again – to have the proper papers signed properly for the Israel Association of Writers in English, and I was wiped out.   I even wrote a blog about the good cop-bad cop in the bank,  the teller who okayed everything in the first half-hour and the supervisor who nixed it all in the second half-hour.  But I was too tired to save it properly, was in a hurry to pick up the patient and take him to the hospital, and lost it.   It was a good sketch I seem to remember.