Entry #I stopped counting, so sue me - Visitation!
Dan came by today, with Tammy - one of her prenatal appointments was today, apparently, so they swung by the room to see me festooned with wires. To their credit, neither of them laughed. I'm not fired... thank God... but I was told in no uncertain terms that the rabbi is expecting a call, since I haven't missed services twice in a row in nine months, and by God that call had better be in Yiddish. Or Hebrew.
I really, really, sincerely hope that was a joke.
On the off chance it wasn't, I'll be practicing vocabulary in my head. So if you see me talking to myself, that's why. I'm not crazy.
Or at least not talk-to-things crazy.
Not right now anyway.
I really, really, sincerely hope that was a joke.
On the off chance it wasn't, I'll be practicing vocabulary in my head. So if you see me talking to myself, that's why. I'm not crazy.
Or at least not talk-to-things crazy.
Not right now anyway.