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I got home late after two weeks in Iowa and two flights across country. Mira kindly fed me comfort food (“Grampa’s eggs,” a recipe I’m forbidden to share or even describe, but she’s not going to stop me from saying they’re fantastic) and then drove me home, where I had just barely enough energy after greeting my chocolate lab and three Siamese cats to mumble a Kaddish and then fall into bed.
