What's important is that I write. What's more is that I can get that I can do a lot more than I am doing when I set myself up better, or at least schedule so I have no other choice.

So I have gotten a lot done since I arrived. I created a new possibility of being connected. And I got to notice where other conversations got in the way. I went to the Fairfield County Bar party last night. I took my camera. Going in, I know that can be sketchy. People assume I am a photographer; a few already know I am not, but it leaves an impression. So I was quick to meet some people, but there were also plenty of moments where I was like everyone is in his own clique and not really interested in me. I pushed through that a few times.

We stayed two hours after, the first in the dining room, being very well entertained by one of our hosts. Then, they kicked us out, and I almost left, but we were going to reconvene at the bar, and I ended up there with three women a few years older than I. The guys must have gono out the back door, because they never made it to the bar. So the gals and I got to talking family and relationships, and divorce. And I made a difference.

I also connected with a few people this week about work, continuing two conversations I had started, and ending one.

I had great fun connecting with one of my WealthCounsel colleagues as well, and made it to Rabbi Derrin's Gemarra class this morning.

My diet has been ice-cream and bread free so far, though I have enjoyed some fruit and too many nuts.

I'm more peaceful here, and I don't know if it's because so much of my Israel life is not here, or because it's just damned quiet without mom at home. And it's not necessarily leaning into my fear, or discomfort, but I certainly have my doubts. Miriam and I are going to see a house in an hour. I'll give you the verdict on that one after Shabbat.