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Yesterday morning the mother of a friend from Temple Sinai died. We didn't get to the funeral because we had tickets for Les Mis (and they're non-exchangeable, and it's the last day anyway), but we'll go to the shiva tonight. (I'll go the rest of the week.) Last night I baked them a cheese and onion pie, which I know they like, that they can eat for lunch tomorrow or something. But the few times I've been to shiva homes there's always been a table full of food for the visitors, so I'll make some brownies to contribute to that just as soon as the oven heats up.

I really appreciate that Dani is willing to go with me to the shiva. Because he knows the couple too (we've had them over a few times), it would have been awkward for me if he bailed. On the other hand, our agreement was that he wouldn't have to "do Jewish stuff" so long as he didn't prevent *me* from doing so. So he didn't have to, but I'm glad he's going to.