When I again woke up last night after only 2 hours and had shoulder pain, I executed a different plan from the night before -- I got up and took both ibuprofen and Coldex (which also makes a person drowsy), then stayed up for about an hour, and then went back to bed. It worked -- I slept well until a little after 7:00 in the morning and felt rested, at least after I finally got up.
This morning, we went clothes shopping at the old mall (Mul HaYam). We each got three new pairs of short pants (one of mine is camouflage, which I've never worn before, and another is bright orange-red!). We also got tank tops; David got 4 and I got 2.
We ate lunch at Il Pentolino since we're quite sure it will be closed during Pesakh.
After lunch, I did the grocery shopping at Breishit (more nuts, dried fruit, and peanut butter) and at Shufersal. What a zoo! EVERYBODY was shopping there. I managed to get most things on my list, but I was quite annoyed about ones I couldn't get: horseradish (they were out of fresh, and I couldn't find the kind in jars anywhere!), Pesakh cakes (they had only one kind), and Pesakh bread (which they had last week, but I didn't get it then because I figured they'd have even MORE this week, so close to Pesakh -- go figure!). Then, of course, I had to wait a long time in line, even though they had a LOT of lines open. It was particularly frustrating that the woman two ahead of me spent such a long time paying -- partly cash and at least THREE checks, which required manager approval and the usual back-and-forth friendly chit-chat that that involves. Meanwhile, David was getting quite bored waiting for me in the car.
When we came home and got the groceries put away, we both sat and rested for a while and also talked to David's sister a bit. Then we got busy and made the charoset, which I think is going to be good. We also managed to make a reasonable amount so that we won't be eating it for a week or more AFTER Pesakh, which is what usually happens.
In the evening, I cut off tags and put all the new clothes away in the closet.
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