It is New Year and the whole family had lunch at my Mother's house, and the girls helped her and they were not fighting and was nice. But this peaceful respite of freedom is ending, and I am feeling the pressure of evil stress waves blowing from the NorthWest. Who is thinking of me in Netanya? Ah, I see Mr Ayzick walking home from Netania's Gruzini synagogue, boiling as religion forbids him to phone me and ask how much I have advanced today. I have to stop blogging for today and continue calculating the hydraulic pressure equilibrium of his mall's sprinkler system.
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