My table got done, but now one of the legs is not in the right place. It stands on top of an outlet I did not take into account. I will move that leg, probably Sunday.

I have this fantastical story about my backpack that has no basis in reality, but it amuses me. It looks like a Jansport, but on closer inspection it is a “Trailmaker.” I fixed it once because a strap had come out. This is much less likely to occur on a JanSport (I just bought one because I could).

My story is that one of the girls of this house wanted a JanSport, and Bruno, maybe Marian, got her this instead. She was appalled, probably cried. Bruno didn't get it, maybe thought she was even being a bit of a bitch when she saw it. “It looks just like one.” I have been using it as my Shabbat bag, since I don't leave my shoes in a box anymore. It ripped again today, nothing critical, but it is shit, and I will retire it late next week.

I need you to ask Trix if she is willing to walk. I don't want to walk seven miles, and neither do you. I further don't want to have to invite ourselves somewhere for Friday night closer to the synagogue, or leave her hosts feeding her both meals, if it is not us.

I did walk fifteen miles over hag, and my feet don't love me. I walked almost half of that in boots. It's such a different walk. I am not used to their weight. I am also more willing to walk into my heel in them. I don't like the heel thing barefoot as I feel it all the way into my head. I don't know how Y stomps about. I probably could have at his age as well. I am going to bed now, and getting up crazy early to pray in Bridgeport. I just want to get an early start to my day.

Lani sent an awesome post today. It used day as a verb. I like that notion.

I am muting more and more on Facebook. I am tired of the Pride shit. I can love the sinner without loving the sin. But I don't have to love the sinner when he elevates the sin to a matter of identity.

I finished “Hello Refugees” today. It is sad. There is no heroism any more. Maybe there are some places where there needs to be a little more pride, mixed with a lot more humility, and a heroic spirit to do better, not just to look like one is.