The disk is full or too many files are open

The wedding day is nearing. The guests are arriving from out of the country and we are working on a myriad of details, none of which seem important, but all of which must be handled. They have to do with coordinating and remembering things and making sure that all of the people and objects are in the right place at the right time. The dress must be picked up and then dropped off at the woman who does the makeup and hair. The flowers need to get to the wedding planner. The tables have to be planned and place cards written. And meanwhile, we need to continue enjoying life and to make sure that our guests are enjoying their time in Israel.

And so today, the phone rang as we were driving from Netanya to Modi’in, and it was our daughter Rachel. She told her father that her baby is going to be induced tomorrow. Inside of me, that little clump of tissue encased in my skull registered “tilt” or, in the modern vernacular “The disk is full or too many files are open.”

It reminds me a bit of times when we had two cars and we had dropped one off to be fixed and midday the dealer called to say it was ready to be picked up, and all I could think about was how I was going to be able to drive two cars home from his repair facility.

Sure. I can do this.