So the bag is not packed, but that doesn’t take much. I hated the endless kvetching over clothes — exactly which ones to take or not, the innumerable shopping trips — that Mom did when I was a kid. I wear mostly the same outfit. Just need to remember to take a jacket and sweater. It gets chilly in the Galilean hills at night, and Los Angeles, too.
Now I have to get used to saying “Happy New Year!” at the end of September. The Jewish/Hebrew calendar is probably the most strange in existence, equalled only, perhaps, by the French Revolutionary calendar. And yes, you get an extra brownie point if you know what that one is like.
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