It's disturbing, but flattering, possibly megalomaniacal of me to think it has anything to do with me, other than the possibly indirect positives associated with the name, the number of female friends and acquaintances from high school and college who, when I run into them at weddings or reunions, tell me that they have sons they have named Ben. I think I would look mighty suspicious were they all brought together at the same time. Not a one is any I've had any romantic involvement with whatsoever, but still.
Chana and Bill's wedding celebration was fun. I get to sleep in a bit tomorrow, having driven there and back the same night. While I am not as young as I once was, my elder wisdom at knowing that makes the long drives slightly easier, knowing when to stop and take a nap, knowing when sticking my head out the window for a while is enough.
I so miss reading the Sunday Times. Again, soon.
2:50:12 AM 
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