I awoke at 1:30 in the morning and just let the adrenaline surge through my body till 4:00 after which I miraculously fell back to sleep.  It's that awful checklist, plus now that it's down to the wire, things like will I remember everyone's names, let alone their kids who I hardly see; will Ben and Rob's paisley print ties get wrinkled in the Norstrom's bag or should I have hung them; might the leg makeup I bought at Sapphora's to cover those bright red mosquito bites and black and blue bruises from scratching to death, begin running down my leg just as I approach the bima?

But as I'm sitting here typing this morning I know that mostly everything is done, to just to let it roll and go with it.  Still,  just yesterday the president of the temple e-mailed me with a request to write something about Ben for his congratulation speech at the conclusion of the Bar Mitzvah.  Did I overdo it with the bright kid, good in math, stuff.  Did I really need to say he's in honor's math.  Put a muzzle on it Sender.  So today I wrote him asking him to send me back what he might be saying for my review.