So, it smashed everywhere.

My beautiful blue bowl, my favorite bowl filled with warm oatmeal, fell off the table, spraying clay pottery and oatmeal all over the floor, the table, and my suit.

I was a mess, and I was in a big panic.

I had been invited by the Governor to speak at a press conference (click here to watch the press conference – Rabbi Lerner’s remarks begin at 29:54) about the guidance she was issuing regarding her executive order: ICE agents cannot simply enter sensitive places like our own synagogue without a judicial warrant.

And I needed to be at the State House on time.

But, as I’m sure has happened to you, I was just juggling way too much, both metaphorically and literally.

I was texting someone about a pastoral visit. 

I was on a Zoom call.

I was making breakfast. 

And I was trying to get in the car as fast as possible.

Suffice it to say, I did not have time to change my suit.

So I washed away the oatmeal, which left behind only a kind of a medium-ish residue, which you can see in the pictures from the press conference.

Hopefully, people thought it was a special religious tradition in Judaism to wear oatmeal on one’s pants on Thursday mornings. ????

So I got into the car and drove. 

And of course, it was rush hour, and it seemed like everyone had forgotten how to drive.

Or maybe they were just all Boston drivers.

People were going the wrong way. 

They were going 20 miles an hour. 

They forgot they could make a right turn on red. 

And as I drove, I started talking to myself, getting more and more frustrated.

And then, I have to say, whoever designed the roads in Boston was clearly not a linear thinker.

Apparently, the designers were cows (at least according to my grandmother), and these cows must have walked around in circles and circles, and I’m trying my best to turn this way and that way, find this ramp, make a slight turn, loop under here, and somehow get downtown.

I continued talking to myself, or maybe now I was praying I wouldn’t miss a turn.

And then finally, I get downtown, and I’m trying to find parking. And I start talking to myself about that. I found a spot on the street, but it’s kind of far. Will the........

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