I went to synagogue last night and felt so comfortable, as if I were wearing the proverbial old shoe. I could have stayed up all last night talking. I saw choirmate Harriet, who looked so thin, it was alarming. She had had some ups and down after losing her leg some months back. While I was going through my own difficulties, she was suffering. But she was there, in her wheelchair, with her son. I plan to keep closer tabs now that I will be out of work as of Tuesday.
Soon the Jewish year will start again, in late Sept. Things go on.