Tonight, we opened the package of six teeny-tiny bottles of port that we’d bought on our visit to Cálem in Portugal and tried the “White and Dry“. It was nice, but nothing spectacular.

Diane’s old trackpad went crazy and started clicking itself at random times, which is not a good idea. The problem surfaced right after I’d updated her computer to the latest level of Mac OS, but I’m pretty sure it was a coincidence because the trackpad kept doing the same thing when I paired it with my laptop. Even turning the trackpad upside down so that the little buttons on the bottom that actually do the clicking were in mid-air didn’t stop it, so we made an emergency trip to the Apple Store for a replacement.

We couldn’t get the same trackpad – it was so old it wasn’t even Magic (just haunted). The Magic Trackpad is bigger and, so far, well-behaved. I hope it stays that way.

I just got home from chairing the Shir Hadash Ritual Committee meeting. Our focus was on the upcoming High Holidays – it will be exciting and different (as you’d expect with a new Senior Rabbi), and it will be wonderful to have services in person again.

The meeting was productive and lively and ran a little long to allow full discussions – which is all great, except that I also have the honor of being Toastmaster for the Silver Tongued Cats bright and early tomorrow morning, and it would be nice to be coherent in that role, so I’m going to call it a night.