Paraphrasing a conversation with my mother
Leah: Hello?
Mom: How are you feeling?
Leah: Crappy.
Mom: You sound awful.
Leah: I'm getting better. No more fever, just a cough.
Mom: You sound worse than yesterday.
Leah: I'll be better tomorrow.
Mom: That's good. Any more interviews?
Leah: What? Mom, I already took a job.
Mom: No, for Dan. Any job interviews for Dan?
Leah: I tell you what, I'll call you if I get sicker or if Dan gets a job. Does that cover everything?
Mom: Yes. Bye.
passover preview
We made the mistake of buying the matza (matzos?) a little early this year, and despite the fact that Passover is not for a couple weeks we have already gone through the best part of two boxes (in parallel: Leah like the egg matza and I prefer the... um... the other kind). I would love to write about what I've been eating on the delicious crunchy breads, but I find that it's already been done; in fact, more than once. Oh, I'm so predictable.
Those two entries linked to above are numbers 99 and 798; you probably didn't notice, but entry number 1000 is coming up any day now. Can you believe all the time we've wasted writing in this blog, and you've wasted reading it? We'll have to come up with some sort of retrospective or something.