Well, tonight's the night!
I'm not exactly packed yet---the floor of my room resembles somewhat of a waffle shirt convention, but so long as the snow holds off a few more hours and the third stone in my right kidney lacks any ureteral aspirations, I'll be getting on a 9 p.m. flight to Tel Aviv.
On the weather front, it's really quite the shame that I'll be missing this little bit of precipitation, followed by the nighttime lows of delightfully frigid Waltham. I guess I'll just have to settle for a sunny 70 degrees Fahrenheit in Beit Shemesh.
Wear your waffles in good health, Flelz. Have a safe flight and give a hug (shomer negiyah-style) for me to my cousins in Beit Shemesh.
ReplyDeleteAnd remember, even maasu habonim haita lerosh pinah.