Midweek, which means...
...it is almost shabbos.
A line from a Yiddish song floats through my mind: "Di ridlach drehen sach; di yoren gehen sach..."
("The wheels turn; the years go...") I hear it in the voice of Theo Bikel, z'l, singing in his 70's.
The 70's are coming!
The short-term memory is going.
The cat is curled up beside the laptop purring.
(She is fine as long as I remember to feed her first thing in the morning and again at dusk.)
The eye doctor checked how this eye is doing, and is very pleased: she says it is improving, and she expects it to continue doing so.
That is great: I thought that however it came out after the surgery was IT.
I am very grateful.
Now I just have to find the way to persuade my memory to hitch a ride with my eye and improve back into normalcy.
I am going to do the unthinkable: close down the computer early, and go upstairs.
There, I write---by hand, with a fountain pen, in a blank journal---and read and meditate and davven before bed.
What a blessed luxury.