Time is flitting fast; it's already time to go up to bed so I can wake in time for minyan.
It has been a lovely day: a breakfast visit from the wonderful grown son of a good friend, with a friend of his. A major delight; we had not seen each other in years, and he seems to be living the life that is really his---a gift that I do not take for granted.
The Farmers' Market today was a delight in the best way: running into a wide assortment of friends and catching up with each other amidst the vegetables.
I stopped for a while on my way home at my beloved's grave. Just sat for a bit; then wailed at the top of my lungs for a bit. Then I prayed for healing for a whole list of people, and watched the birds take shelter from the weather coming in---magpies, doves, robins, a hawk.
A lovely hailstorm just as I got home. And the sweet surprise of a long call from an old friend living in Jerusalem.
If any of you are so inclined, please add your prayers for healing to my own for Bracha bat Chatoulah, my dear ever-skinnier golden cat, currently dozing beside me. Her kishkes are very-very-not happy. The vet has done what he can.