Buying groceries, and learning Torah. Making a pot of joe (because my grandmother Rachel's honeycake recipe requires a cup of cold coffee) and practicing the last section of Tuesday's Torah portion, in which God hears Ishmael’s soundless cries. Marveling at the rainbow of Caretaker Farm flowers (snipped in early morning dew), and at the Breath of Life behind them. Thanking God that the Price Chopper in Pittsfield is well-stocked with frozen kosher chicken breasts, and reading about the symbolism behind the sounds of the shofar. Preparing my table (white damask cloth; wedding china; my mother's silver) and preparing my heart.