Maybe it’s no wonder that I can’t keep the news straight.  Things happen so fast it is almost impossible to keep up.  And sometimes, like yesterday, we think we can operate at the same speed.  Like yesterday, we started out up north for a shiva call.  A good friend I’ve known for almost fifty years had passed and there was no way I could not pay respects to her wonderful children.  For many years our entire past was linked, and even though the distance became too much to see each other, I always planned to see them all, after the war.  It was a long ride and an emotional meeting and my day should have ended there, but on the way back I remembered the wonderful lady in Binyamina who opened a little shopping center a while ago. Not only the granddaughter of a wonderful Yiddish poet, but also the daughter of a school friend of Ezi’s mother.  We got her out of the grocery storeroom and had a great visit.  She reminded me that in our situation we have to live small lives.  (I will never forget that line) 

We should have gone home from there, but there was an IKEA on the way …

So we barely made it to the lecture at the university and I was still munching on dessert when the zoom I had to lead began.

This is not a way to grow old, and it is not surprising that I woke in the middle of the night in neurological agony, and the stuff I take for pinched nerves demands food as well.

So today I did not function…much.  And I hope I’ll be a better reporter tomorrow.