Mishka the Cat is stationed to the right of my laptop, having just accomplished a thorough bath, swishing her tail.
I was in shul from early morning to mid-afternoon. It was a celebrative service, followed by lunch together. (That has to be one of the smartest things this synagogue decided to do: feed people.)
I have turned my attention to the upcoming trip to Berkeley to attend Stanley Keleman's memorial.
Good people will be housesitting. They will enjoy Mishka the cat, and I am guessing she will enjoy them. There are things to put in "rest" mode here.
I have been reminded of the variability of weather there, and to bring layers. It has been a very long time since I have been in the Bay Area, very long since I have seen my friends there, and even longer since I have seen the people with whom I attended seminars with Stanley. I imagine we all have stories of how he changed our lives; I hope there will be the venue to tell some of them.
Mishka the cat lies here, drowsily blinking; she is telling me that it is time to go to bed.