I didn't even mention that I became a Steelers fan yesterday. You see there were two lighters available. There was a faux Zippo for five dollars and a real one for ten. The faux one said West Coast Choppers on it. The other, I bet you can guess. So yes, I paid double for a Zippo. Sometimes I just can't help myself.
Today was not like yesterday. I woke early enough, about 6:30, prayed, vacuumed out a closet that just stank of mold (probably still does), washed (at the sink; I've no shower at the office), had a call with my buddy Raneem, and started my day. I spoke to your mom, spoke to who I hope will be our new Israeli accountant, got on Delta's website about cancelling/changing my flight, and then it was time for my seminar, which I might have been a little more present for than last week, though it's hard to guage.
Yakov called. I looked up a law, spent some time with it. Called a few people back, and then went to learn with Rabbi Shemtov. I don't dig Tanya too much yet.
Then I came home, ate bagels and salmon, and bagels and peanut butter, then a half a cucumber, and came downstairs.
I'm watching a NetFlix thing (actually PBS I think, just carried by NetFlix) on Bob Dylan, so that was an hour as I went through my Facebook and LinkedIn feeds.
And now I'm here, less of a mood than yesterday, but tired. So good night.
And I almost forgot, I closed on Friday with Mr. Scheinberg; so I'm interviewing again. It should be fun.