90 degrees at 6pm in my kitchen

Here I sit, ready to go have Shabbat dinner with my friend Liz and her adorable daughter, and something is making me stop and be fully present. Or else it's the freakin' heat, hard to tell.

I have plans for every block of time between now and late tomorrow night. There are several people among those with whom I have plans that I have not spoken to on a one-on-one basis for quite a number of months.

I feel so relaxed, so calm. My friend Judy in San Francisco drove all the way over here today to take me to lunch, she's a doll. Another one I hadn't seen in months. She spoils me, I love it. Maybe next time I'll cook something interesting and we can eat lunch in my little kitchen. And then walk. Or walk first. She likes to walk, even though her knees give her some trouble.

Religious Jews do not get their haircut during the three-week period of time before the holiday of Tisha B'Av. Google the holiday, you can learn all about it. Anyway, I had to cut my hair, it had grown out of the cute, short, Nicki Gilbert look and I was beginning to resemble a poodle. I found a wonderful guy at Supercuts in Berkeley, he knew just what I wanted and executed it with ease. I do believe I'll stick with him for (what needs to be) my monthly haircuts.

Have a wonderful Shabbat.