B"H

WRESTLING WITH LETTERS

Tuesday, September 2nd

Called my sofer about our next lesson.
Homework did not go well - each letter gets worse than the previous - confirming that I definitely shouldn't write during a spiritual crisis - I'm so unsatisfied with each letter & word combination that I re-sharpen my quill in between each. The ink is pouring onto the klaf in globs - I deepen the centre cut when it shoots up the shaft like lightening towards my left hand. Scared me. I guess it isn't soft enough to manipulate like this
I spent 2 hours with my sofer listening to his commentary on my homework.

I came home tired & fidgety & wanting to sleep but at 7pm that's just a bad idea, so ate & paced & walked to Russian compound & did e-mail.
A guy tried to pick me up on the way home (returned by 11:30)
Mum called at midnight & we chatted for 1.5 hours. It was really good to connect with her.
Lailah tov!