I just spent an hour and a half in front of the computer, much of it while trying to remove an irritant from the middle finger of my left hand. I think all I have done is irritate the finger more, and caused myself to go to bed later. I did not row. I figured if I wake in time. Ha ha.

Some things got done today. I slept at the office as we had the DEI end of year meeting yesterday. I don't get that the profession sees it as the evil it is becoming in academia. We seem to get along. One guy, another honky, indicated that he was glad about what I said, my concern being that diversity must be of thought as well. He came in a longer time ago, and related that he was seen with skepticism earlier on as his skin was too white.

We had table discussions at the end, each table having a spokesman. I was named for my table, being volunteered by the head of the committee, who also sat at our table. I represented well.

My finger is irritated because I decided to weed at the Bridgeport synagogue this morning. There are these three wells next to the building: these should not have plants in them. There were enough to fill the back of my truck above the height of the bed, without any compacting. There was a pokier plant in there. I think this is the source of my ouchie.

At the office, I ended up weeding some more, and cutting back a few bushes. I did not pick them up. I did break a piece off my raspberry bush. I stuck it in other dirt. Its leaves did not look happy when I came out at the end of the day. That twig is in a planter of very wet soil right now.

I went to a movie tonight put on by the Jewish Federation. “Ben (kfar) Etzion,” recounting a youngish Israeli's attempt to revisit his father's past. It was nice as far as it went, obviously sentimental to the family, the host of our event being the nephew of the Ben Etzion, the main character. I did not feel better informed.

I got some billing done on a matter, which was also good.

I wanted to start my day with a video, but I didn't feel like what I said was adding any to the conversation. I gave up. My topic had been the horses' asses of the Connecticut Post who were warning us of America's peril and suggesting Trump should stand down now that he is a felon.

I suppose things are moving somewhat, but I don't know I'll make it through this month if I don't borrow a little from somewhere.

And then I look and see northern Israel is burning, and I suppose my issues aren't so important. I know it seems to be getting closer. I hope you are all alright.