If not for my disabled placard

I'd have been soaked to the skin today. While I sat in my Mill Valley office I watched buckets of rain pouring down on the square. It took me almost 2 hours to get home in the mess, with flooding everywhere except the bridge. I rented 7 movies and tonight we watched Polar Express with the rest of the family (it's awesome and imaginative, forget the Christmas part), and the a Judi Dench/Maggie Smith movie called Ladies in Lavender which delivered exactly as expected. Tomorrow I plan to make a bunch of challah (traditional braided egg braid) for the Sabbath.

I feel just fine except for the extreme lack of energy. I WANT to do so much, I just can't, and some days just dealing with everyone in the family can be exhausting.

Today Heshy discovered my stash of New York Times Book Reviews and took it upon himself to compile a list of unfamiliar words from the reviews. He will then look up the words and, believe me, begin to use them himself. For eight years old he has a remarkable vocabulary. We told him awhile back that we got Emma started doing just this when she was young, and now she's a print journalist with her own amazing vocabulary and fluency with our language. Heshy can be such a handful that these moments simply MUST be cherished.

Pray for a little less rain.