I am writing a paper that could cover such a scope of ideas that it could be a dissertation, and yet, somehow, I can barely imagine writing the ten pages I am supposed to write on it...by Monday.
I really like
this. I wish we had our own house, to paint and arrange how we'd like it, with a garden so I can grow my own vegetables.
Israel now had The Gap, an Apple store, and an H&M. We're moving up in the world!
Gavriel took his first steps last week, but now he won't even try to stand on his own. I guess maybe we got too excited the first time?