I’ve done it again, misunderstood the dates of the invitation my friend sends for the second night of the holiday, and showed up on the wrong night.  Caught her in her pj’s too.

So we took off for Orit’s, where I was longing to be anyway, and had dinner with grandkids, who told us of their horrible teachers.  And we also had a chance to see Ezi’s sister and her family.  And discuss today’s politics and ancient memories. 

What a wonderful evening! I can see friends any time.