Hello, yeah, it's been a while...Not much, how 'bout you?

I hope everyone had a good Shabbos and had a good night and has a good life that isn't rife with strife.

The New Yorker has a good short story this week about aliens landing, so truly original and uniquely well written. It also has a feature of writings from John Updike (I've done the unthinkably nervy and edited Updike's writing, splitting up the prose so that the poetry of it is clear):
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The rooms where we lived; rooms and stairways

so imbued with our daily motions

that their irregularities were bred into our bones

and could be traversed in the dark,

do not seem to mourn, as I had thought they would.j

Our house forgot us in a day.

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From Plumbing, By John Updike- February 20, 1971