My mind flits to my exercise regime, but I ignore it. I’m tired and I deserve a treat, because, well, because I just do
It had been a nice Purim, I have to admit. Our family has joined with Pori’s for the Purim seudah for as long as I can remember, switching off homes each year. This year was Pori’s family’s turn and Mrs. Sanders had done a beautiful job, with appetizers and tablescapes that only the sober women could enjoy.
Daddy and Dr. Sanders spent most of the seudah leaping off of their chairs and dancing, knocking various objects over in the process, Naftoli and Aharon kept giggling uncontrollably, and Chemia had clutched the one glass of beer Daddy had allowed him, taking small sips that showed exactly what he thought of the bitter drink.
Pori’s “girls only” family always get a big kick out of the Martin men.
I sink onto my bed, I still haven’t gotten used to the serenity of my room and I love it anew every time I enter.
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