The Third And

I put my fingers to the keyboard, wondering what will be, what I will write. I reminisce about the week that past: part Yom Tov, part back to work. On Friday a colleague got to my blog accidentally by way of google. He asked if I've been writing more than usual lately. I've been holding back. What do people expect of a blog? What judgments do they make? Why? I like when my posts get gotten, as this one did. I like when I'm prompted to explain more, as I did regarding the incident in My Most Favorite.

Sleep and tomorrow loom. Responsibilities. And and and. It's that third and...

G-d willing tomorrow I'll see Sally at a memorial service.

I was thinking of writing about my mom in one long piece at the four month mark, which is coming up on April 26. But I can't hold back from posting now and then. The nurses convinced me mom couldn't understand me. I trusted them. I spoke very softly so they wouldn't catch me. But I think there's a soul language that hears even words unspoken.

I've been thinking a lot lately about INFP me. We tend to always be thinking, always wanting to improve ourselves and the world...

My lunch hosts alerted me to this story. To me a wow.

Two years ago today I was in a questioning mood.

I also thought a lot about sleep and asked about that and got many responses and a dialogue.

Good night and G-d bless

the souls of the departed

and us left behind