Had lunch with a friend downtown. We've been trying for months to get together, but something keeps coming up. I thought I was going to be late because I remembered the wrong street. I was driving round and round the block trying to find the restaurant. Finally, I stopped in one of the open shops and was told it was two streets over. And I even looked up the address in the phone book before I left home. Well, I was in the right block, wrong street.
Anyway, I made it just at the appointed time, and friend showed up about five minutes later, so my silly wanderings didn't make me late after all.
I keep strict kosher at home, but it's impossible to go out with friends and keep strict kosher away from home if I want any kind of a social life. So I pick the least un-kosher items I can find. So I had spinach and cheese ravioli. It was delicious.
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I don't remember ever being so sensitive to cold as I am this year. The paper said the temperature would be 50-something, but it felt like ten degrees colder. I finally turned up the thermostat here because I got so chilled this afternoon. Just walking from the car to the restaurant was bad. The wind wasn't all that bad today, but the sky was overcast and gloomy. Maybe there's a psychological response. If the sun had been shining, and the temperature the same, maybe I wouldn't have felt so cold.
I dunno. All I can say is that I've really felt the chill this year. I'll be glad when Springtime comes again. Then I'll be complaining about the heat in July and August. Some people are never satisfied. Oh, yes, I am. I already said I'm looking forward to Spring. I also like Autumn. Two out of four ain't bad, season wise. Is it?
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#2 son did it again. He sent the monitor to Megan's new computer to me. He said I started all this, so I could take care of the delivery. OK, there's no arguing with that man. I shouldn't complain because he's doing a very nice thing for his sister at my request. Thank you, Dear Boy! I'll quit kvetching.
And on that note, I'll quit writing.
Shalom