Finale

And we reset the clock. Violet was struck again yesterday morning. All is well, but it upset us deeply and put a damper on the day. We stayed at the cottage. Cooked a big dinner which we really didn't want. We did finish the puzzle and went out to the fire pit. It was good to acknowledge, with her leadership, that it was sad. It feels healthier to acknowledge feelings and not fight through them. Who knew! 

Today is about cleaning and packing and getting home. Honey leaves for Israel tomorrow! So excited for her. A nice break in the sun.

Last year I wrote: 

"Setting new reading goals for 2022. I read 80 books this year. My goal was 60. I read 11 books or 13% by Black writers. 14% male writers. Hard to know what to pledge. I read 80 in 2020 too. If it's another plague year, it will be 80 again. Maybe I will split the difference and opt for 70 books. 20% by black authors, which is 14 books. No interest in raising the male quota."
 

This year I read 78 books, 14% by Black writers. I can do better. I will go for 80 this year and again 20% Black writers. So much I haven't read and so many new voices. Should I set a non-fiction goal? Probably, but I really crave and need the comfort of being lost in fiction right now.

Not sure how our NYE will go. Noodle soup. A little champagne and early to bed? When standing on boggy ground, every step and stretch sends ripples and feels unsteady.

Excelsior