Rosh Hashanah is nearly upon us. I am doing a great deal of niece-care. At present she is eating noodles and cheese and showing off a snap bracelet to my mother and I feel as though I've been yawning for four days straight.
The first batch of honeycakes is cooling. We are now out of flour. We also turned out to be out of almonds, so they have walnuts on top instead. I hope this is not trendy.
The problem with feeling more like myself is that I am afraid it will become comfortable and then it will all be taken away from me again. I'm still pretty pleased with the Improbable Dramatic Readings from this year's Arisia.
I love this poem's last two lines.
The first batch of honeycakes is cooling. We are now out of flour. We also turned out to be out of almonds, so they have walnuts on top instead. I hope this is not trendy.
The problem with feeling more like myself is that I am afraid it will become comfortable and then it will all be taken away from me again. I'm still pretty pleased with the Improbable Dramatic Readings from this year's Arisia.
I love this poem's last two lines.
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