Since the surgery, I've been great, except I'm absolutely starving. Then, after I eat, (usually a lot) I sink into a dead sleep. For hours and hours. When I wake up, I'm starving again and the pattern continues. *Yawn* To top it all off, I still haven't learned Aicha trope and I have to read the Haftarah next Shabbat and Mom hid the friggin directory with the rabbi's phone number in it again. Oh well. I guess I'll have to listen to that virtualcantor.com and learn the trope through how he sings the megillah, then transfer it over to the haftarah. That'll be a joy.
Meanwhile, I'm still exhausted. I just want to call them up and say "Yeah. For the past two weeks, I haven't been able to do anything along the lines of studying for the haftarah, learning the trope, because there have been hospitals and surgeries and major stresses everywhere in my life!" But I can't back down because who the hell else is going to do it?
On a happier note, my friend Steve put In Pursuit of Wind as his one and only favourite book on his facebook!! That made me really happy! And Emma told me that he doesn't even like to read, but I already knew that because he told me when I first asked him if he'd like to read it. Still, it makes me happy, because it's not the average ladee-doo-dah book. It's pretty dense.
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