Yom sheni, 1 Adar 5770, Rosh Chodesh Adar.
Or so I thought.
I observed in sociological fascination to learn that Israeli cats wait in line much as Israeli people do. ("Are you before me? Who is after you?" "I'm after him, and her, and before you. Watch out for the big one. He always slips in at the last moment, claiming he's in pain and can't speak Hebrew.")
Haveil Havalim," she explained, in perfect English. As the cats devoured the "Rosh for Chodesh Adar, Not a Joke" edition, I marveled at how fortunate we humans are. We don't have to wait in line for some well-meaning but overburdened physician to bring out copy out. We can just pop over to Batya's place at Shilo Musings, and pick up our very own copy.
Ulpan: intensive Hebrew-language immersion class