Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Done

With four phone calls, the screech of a taxi’s tires, screaming from Gavriel Zev, who has been restless all night, and from Naomi Rivka, wakened by Gavriel Zev’s screaming, the cat-sitting adventure is at last put to rest.

I was tired six hours ago.

The baby is still coughing.  And now crying.  For Ted, thankfully.  In the middle of the night, there is nothing so wonderful as Abba.

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