What can I say about a week in which I lost almost all my work on my master's, but I got to see Michael Franti and Spearhead in concert? It was an eventful week, but boring unless you happen to be me.
We went to services for Simchat Torah.
My gal went on her first plane flight alone, but as usual refused me a picture:My boy and I saw turtles...or maybe that was last week...it can be hard to tell these days...The cat had a nap, the boy read a book: The cat ate some roses:
The-Guy and I saw Michael Franti and Spearhead. Michael Franti's frequent demands for enthusiasm irritated The-Guy more than it irritated me. I wished I had worn shoes more conducive to jumping up and down, which was how he requested this enthusiasm be expressed. That and arm waving. But we enjoyed it. I enjoyed it a lot.
Through it all, I have been attempting to throw together a bar mitzvah for my boy and recover my lost schoolwork. So them's the breaks this week.
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