1:20 p.m. I change my shirt to the long-sleeved grey one. Then on with the blue jeans.
I slop on some sun screen. I rub it all over my face and then around the back of my neck. Am I becoming a metrosexual? Oy vey.
I’ll go to the Israel rally early. Find parking. I could walk but it’s hot out and I’m tired.
This will be my first journey out of the hovel on a weekend since my Loma Linda trip May 14-15.
I find a spot in the shade. I check my cell phone. No calls and no emails since I left the house eight minutes ago.
Nobody cares.
I pick up The Mythmaker: Paul and the Invention of Christianity by Hyam Maccoby.
