This day has been so full that it took me a long minute to remember back to morning.
Morning I was at my desk, with an assistant so capable she can boss me around.
We have finally gotten through yet another basket of little "tzettlach" (slips of paper) and business cards, some with incomprehensible notes I had written. I will have to do what I did some weeks ago: a gigantic group email asking whoever remembered to please let me know what it was I had said I would do for/send to them.
I found, the first time I did it, that some of the folks who replied were as clueless as I was.
This evening, the second of the series of classes I am giving on Jewish spiritual home practices: "Not In Shul". The group is small, lovely and varied.
I do not know how to describe my current state of mind...I feel something changing inside, sometimes freeing internal space, sometimes reprising grief. I find myself crying, and calling aloud "I miss you. Nothing is the same. Who am I, now?"
The Spring is coming; I may find out.