probably, if I lived here long enough, the idea of sitting in a sukkah with a cafe hifuch and my computer plugged in and connected to wifi would start to seem normal and not amuse and please me so much. I have not lived here long enough for that yet to happen.
A sweet holiday so far, with a guest staying over for Shabbos, a couple of lovely, large meals, and starting to read a friend’s new manuscript. And today I got to shake my greens, which always makes me happy. My hands still smell like etrog.
Today, back into the chapter. But from a sukkah. Hah.