Got no plans to beat myself up—if I do, I'll use a feather on a scale of weighing heart

[sovay]

My godchild said I looked amazing in this picture, so I'm sharing it. We now have matching Sir Fabulous T-shirts.



There was an extraordinary moon earlier this evening, a parchment lantern against dusk-blue. Patches of snow are still shining in the moonlight. I made fig-jam hamantashn for the first time ever and they aren't half bad. I am re-reading Tom Holt's Goatsong (1989), which I last read in 2015 when choco_frosh gave it to me. I had entirely forgotten it begins with the Plague of Athens.

Comments

[sholio]

You look lovely! Also, now I'm hungry. Those sound delicious.

[sovay]

You look lovely! Also, now I'm hungry. Those sound delicious.

Thank you!

. . . I am not sure they would survive being mailed across the continent in person, but in the same way as internet hugs, I would totally offer you internet hamantashn.

[sholio]

. . . I am not sure they would survive being mailed across the continent in person, but in the same way as internet hugs, I would totally offer you internet hamantashn.

I expect you're right, but I appreciate the thought and I shall happily accept internet hamantashn!