To sleep, perchance to dream

I slept enough to dream last night. I've been averaging 6 hours, but instead of watching another Jessica Jones I went to bed with Ancillary Mercy. I had a wonderful dream about going to a club and hearing a jazz cello and piano piece by two luminous young musicians. It was one of those magical dreams where you feel as though you visited a real place. Very restful.

I seem to have survived another trip home without the weeklong spiraling sadness that knocked me out in October. Having my partner with me really helped, although I think it threw him for a loop. Next visit is Dec. 24, which is always hard because it's so confusing for my mother. We will tone it way down this year in terms of presents and chaos. Speaking of presents and chaos, I need to finish up my chanukah shopping. It's nice to have it early in the month so I don't have the Xmas panic.

Honey's in tech week for her play. Next week is the performance. She's done an amazing job managing the stress and workload. Tomorrow Violet is leading the Torah service so we have to be up early after staying up late watching TV.

My new winter hobby will be coming up with cocktails other than martinis to drink. I love them, but it's like taking a hammer to the head  and it's over so soon and then you want wine and then HANGOVER.