By the end of the Seder, it's pretty much just the two of us singing determinedly. Occasionally someone else joins in, then drifts out again.
At the start of my cold, when the symptoms are heaviest, I wish I could set up a forcefield around me to ward people off, both for their sake and for my own. Then I can sneeze and cough as much and as loudly as I want without drawing comments.
Dew settles gently into dark places.
I can't shake off the feeling that the only way they make money online is by selling books and courses on how to make money online.
Every year we ask the same questions, which is good, as we've sometimes forgotten the answers.
She's cooked heaps of delicious food, but I wish she would enjoy her own cooking more. She gets up often, sits at the edge of her seat, and monitors the meal. Maybe she wants to confirm that her food is being enjoyed the way she feels it should.
The tulips, drooping in the purple vase, soon rise towards the desk lamp.