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.