it was lovely, thank you

Christmas, that is.

Today has been almost like a hangover, not from the champagne we sipped by the fire but from the almost normal feeling or hope-it’s-normal normal feeling we think we experienced, believing in a future different from the the past two years. Today it was the new normal again: some anxiety over Matt, who has been with me again for three nights and who is what is called “high-functioning” but who often moves on lower levels of coping and causes some difficulties for his room-mate and me.

But it was a nice day. I’m still—not quite euphoric, but hopeful.

Lots to do tomorrow.

stollen today

Wait for it.

On the other hand, don’t.

I, who have been making stollen for 70 years, just made the worst stollen of my life.

Oy.

More anon, when I can bear to tell you.