Friends, I will not write again until Yom Kippur is over.
My cousin-on-my-adoptive-father's-side kindly accompanied me to my second visit to the retinal specialist, for an injection in the other eye. To my great relief, I did not dread it or break into a cold sweat. But I must learn to inhibit the reflex of my leg to kick when something touches my eye: it happened today, and the doc informed me sternly: "You may not do that."
Next month, I will bring those strap-on ankle weights.
My life is being rearranged.
I am impressed at how independent the new feline resident is: she visits when she feels like, she sprawls sometimes, sometims she hides. Either she is not predictable, or I have not yet learned her habits.
She has not told me her name.
I wish everybody a deep and meaningful Yom Kippur.
Special prayers for our country.