I thought I had taken care of all necessary details before leaving the house to travel to Isabella Fredman Center.
I had stayed up late choosing clothes to pack, gathering notes and things I wanted to teach, cleaning up, etc.
I left the car at the body shop to repair while I am gone, where someone had dinged it a few weeks ago.
Got to the airport in plenty of time, thanks to my friend and housemate; and enjoyed Southwest Airlines' quirky boarding procedure. Ended up next to a lady with a sweet tiny doggie (smaller than Mishka the cat) in a carrier at our feet.
Then when we arrived in Connecticut, and the friend who was supposed to pick me up to bring me to the retreat center did not appear, and I could not find his phone number...
THEN I realized what I had neglected to do: send him my new cell phone number.
(Oy, I can be such an idiot sometimes.)
Eventually, just as I was contemplating where to bunk down to sleep at the airport, I was approached by a driver who had been hired to transport me, because my friend was ill. He risked popping into the airport, which was not strictly legal; and he found me, thank G-d.
All my anxiety would have been averted had I 1) remembered to send the new cell number; 2) made sure to have the number of the friend I expected to be there; or 3) capitulated and gotten a smart phone which would have had "Messenger"...(See, the smartphone people have reached a deal with the local angels' union...)
The driver was pleasant and drove well.
I am settled in the room which I shared with my beloved. It brings more comfort than pain.
I will be back on line, G-d willing, Tuesday night.
I wish us all beautiful holidays, and that each of us hear clearly the Torah (instruction) meant for each in this very moment.