DEHYDRATION

B"H


Monday, September 1st

When I woke I realized that my sofer hadn't called at 11:30 as he'd said. I ate, showered & generally recovered from being horizontal (thank G@d it isn't any harder for you). I called him at 2 p.m. & he still didn't have his act together. He couldn't meet at 6 because he had Tai Chi at 7. We made the time 5:30, unless he could do it "a drop earlier", in which case he'd call.
Now I can get on with MY day...
I strolled up to Feldheim to check on those book prices for Joel - Shemirath Shabbath & Derekh HaShem. Strolling. Body didn't want to make much forward motion, particularly uphill, so I took it easy as I poured with sweat & drenched my clothes by the time I'd been out 10 minutes.
Living in Israel is like a daily encounter with a stunningly beautiful woman who is intensely passionate & at the same time intensely angry.

When I returned home I ate & crashed from the heat exhaustion - rested for hour & a half before my lesson.

In 1.5 hours we did Quf, Mem Sofit, Mem, Lamed - his wife dropped in a couple of times - he did "alexanders" & instructed me to ignore him as I wrote multiple words which he'd periodically call out from his studio floor.

I'm drinking litres & litres a day & I have no idea where it goes...
I'm *constantly* dehydrated, but still thrilled to be here.
I'm even too tired to read Woody Allen...
So I napped on my chesterfield & journalled.