so I have these little grandchildren who are in quarantine even though they’ve tested negative for covid-19, and their parents are working overtime and going mad so they connect every chance they get, and I miss them, but I’ve got all these doctorates to review and I injured my toes again on the Israel trail yesterday and I’ll never get my Egypt book out on time for Passover because I messed up all the photographs and all the other usual corona complaints and then I get this phone call that puts everything back into proportion.

A woman tells me she’s from the municipality and am I okay – do I have people to do my shopping, and take care of me, am I in need of help with taking a walk or getting some air…

I suddenly realize I’m in such an amazing place because I’m worrying about stuff that is much less relevant for a person in my situation.  Hell, I’m fine!

But I really want to tell people about Egypt and all the connections with Judaism I had there just before the lockdown.  I really want to show pictures of Rambam’s synagogue in Cairo.  I really want people to know they feel a connection to Moses there…

Never mind.  There’s always tomorrow.  And I’m fine.  Really.