nose to the…

I suppose that November had to come and be like, well, November. Most of the leaves are off the trees now, which look too ragged to be quite presentable in formal company. Back from the Bayit Chadash board meeting, and it is up to me to keep my enthusiasm up, and nose to the grindstone, Continue reading nose to the…

late at nite

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. Continue reading late at nite