48 hour Countdown

The weekend was spent mostly trying to keeping otherwise occupied. Shabbat dinner was gastronomically memorable. Lively conversation inevitably turned to politics, Obama, health care reform, and the "liberal media." We managed to fit in "(500) days of Summer," a trip to the Hirshorn and a few rooms at the National Gallery. (Where would you go if you had an hour to spend in that building?) Faina also picked up a few new blouses. She is wearing one now and looks terrific.
Last night's dinner was the last solid food for Faina for, hopefully, many weeks. Larry took on the challenge of preparing a meal that would go down as one of the great exhibitions of cooking skill, to be remembered through the ages. Julia Child, Emeril, Wolfgang Puck, check your rear view mirrors. Someone's gaining on you.
Faina goes in to work today to clear up a few cases. She is surrounded by people who care deeply for her, having invoked the powers of Buddah, Allah, Jesus, God, and the power of modern medicine for her healing. The anxiety level is on the rise. In just under 48 hours, its a date with Dr. Schulick at Johns Hopkins. Our hopes and prayers are that he can go ahead with a gastrectomy.

U'fros aleinu sukkat shlomeicha.
Spread over us Your shelter of peace.