I woke up late this morning and a little tired, too. But I still got out and walked to the big kikar, did my stretches, and walked back. Then I felt better.
I was scheduled for 7 units today, but one class (of 2 units) was a late cancellation (for which I still get paid, of course): 10:00-11:30, 12:00-1:30 (the canceled one), 1:30-2:15, and 3:30-5:00.
Because of the relatively short break, we ate lunch at home today: breaded shnitzels, yellow beans, and cinnamon roll (for David) or small challah (for me).
We went for our usual walk this evening after my last class, but we stopped and rested a couple more times than usual. David has been having a lot of trouble staying asleep at night, and, as a consequence has been sleeping a lot in the daytime. However, he never sleeps very long at any one stretch and is thus very tired all the time. We hope that this will correct itself soon!
On this day, 118 years ago, in the small town of Fort Benton, Montana, my father (may his memory be for a blessing) was born. He was actually named after the town (his full name was Benton Wareham), which was the port the furthest up on the Missouri River. It was also the eastern terminus of the Mullan Road, which connected it with Walla Walla, Washington, and thus with the Columbia River. At the time my father was born, Montana had only been a state for 5 years. My father's family lived not far from town, and they continued to live there until my father was about 12 years old, I think. Then they moved to South Carolina. Ten years ago, when David and I did our big tour of the western U.S. and Canada, I visited Fort Benton. It's still a small town, and, of course, it's not an important port anymore. But it IS a lovely little town by the Missouri River, which is already an impressive river by that point.
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