It was time to stop pushing the mess in my office out of camera range whenever I do a zoom, so I spent the morning going through a bunch of papers that turned out to be my numerous failed efforts to find out if any of my mother’s family survived the Holocaust.  So when I heard Ezi talking to some girls at the door, I came running out – thrilled at the possibility of a distraction.  

It turned out to be two Arab students who got locked out when they were cleaning their apartment upstairs.  And they had to get hold of one of their roommates to get a key.  

The roommates were so close – in classes down the block – but they needed ID cards to get into the university to find them.   It was simple for me to drop the paper tragedy and drive through my little mitzvah.  It took less than half an hour.

I came home to my paper-strewn study and shut the door.  It’s almost time to go with Ezi to his Pet CT.

I was so happy to have something else to do that, after their failed attempts to connect with the others, I proposed to take them to the university to get