I Wish I Could Remember

This Shabbat, again, I hosted our weekly Women's Shiur Torah Class. Last week it was here, and I was dead out on the couch. I don't remember a thing. This time, I was wide awake, and I still don't remember anything...

Maybe it will come back to me...

We had two fans going, and after the shiur and saying T'hillim Psalms and noshing and talking, nobody wanted to leave. It 's not that it was so nice. All I served was those delicious grapes from my garden, water and some chocolate-flavored oatbran cookies I had bought. Summer is brutally hot, still. Strange to think that in a couple of weeks the temperatures should be dropping drastically.

The days have gotten so much shorter. It's dark when I wake up in the morning.