Things are now off the dining room table.
Some papers are filed, some sent, some saved, some tossed. I know that they will all just accumulate again.
Mishka the Cat likes curling up by the right side of my laptop, in a purring doze. Now her tail is draped over the keyboard.
I am trying to arrange to see old friends when I am in Berkeley. Some are available, some not. I have not been there in years; for a while Zalman, z'l, and I taught there yearly. But way before that, before Alaska, before Israel, I lived there and got my master's degree there, and had good friends. I look forward to visiting.
I am actually going to close the laptop now and put it to sleep, and go pack a carry-on, and make sure I remember a rain poncho and some layers and my journal and pen. And my cell phone and charger.
It's only a few days; I should be able to get away with a carry-on. The logistics require concentration; but then they distract me from the real reason I am going.
I am going to pay tribute to a man to whom my mother and I both owe a lot, and to say goodbye to him in the company of others for whom the same is surely true.
Wishing us all a blessed shabbos.