Hey, beautiful people. Here's my favorite picture from last week. I don't know how it ended up with that status, but there you have it. The table just seems to have this aura about it, like it's stuck in time, or like it could take you back somewhere. This was at Fort Stamford, some historic site from the revolutionary war. But what you see there is mostly not the fort, but a garden that was built by the family that owned the house across the street somewhere in the 19th Century.

So my possibility: Generous, Excited and Free. And I get how quickly I don't want to be that. When I sat down to write, I was feeling guilty. You see, I bought your mother a bag, a clutch and a purse. Instead of getting that that might have been nice, I'm like I should have bought her the red bag as well. I thought it was beautiful, and there's not enough beauty in the world. But I guess that's a matter of how we listen it.

I'm glad to be seeing you all again next week. But I have to tell you the house does not give me a good feeling, and I wasted so much of our lives on it. So there's something else I can make myself wrong for.

In good news, I got Miriam's trust done, and I'm seeing Dahlia tomorrow.

And now I have to get myself over to the Hannas for Shabbat.

I think I amuse them.