Let Us Be Happy

It's 1:40 PM. Keeping it real is cliche, and an important truth.

I'm sitting on a couch in the lobby of Camp Nageela in South Fallsberg. Two women are chatting in a conspiratorial tone about three feet away from me. Now one parts to go to the dining room, telling her friend she'll be back "momentarily." One of the organizers authoritatively calls another one of them across the room and the latter runs to the office. The front door of the hotel opens and someone with the same name as me who is not me walks into the lobby. Last night someone handed me Rabbi Abraham Twerski's commentary on Mesilat Yesharim and said that a woman left and said to give it to me. It was for him, his book. I figured it out (without a pencil and a paper).

Some bloggers let up from blogging because they lose track or run out of what to say. When I don't blog much it's because I'm restraining myself - like now.