I am alone at home.
Larry is out. He has run to the synagogue to make sure the lights are on and the coffee pot is plugged in.
In all the years he has done this, Friday afternoon, the timer for the coffee pot for Shabbat has yet to be set correctly.
He finds this reassuring.
No wonder her hasn't murdered me yet for my inherent idiocies….
And the children are out.
Running errands.
The library.The post office.Target.Well, it is right near the library ad the post office.
And my cell phone rang.
Esther ."Mom, they have chocolate marked half off. Should I buy some?"
Then, she realizes that she is a Margolis and that was a stupid unquestioned to ask.
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