There are consolations. …

There are consolations. Two presents arrived yesterday, completely unexpectedly -- two little silver anklets from Susan Lee, who brought them back from India for me, and a copy of Alas, Babylon, from journal reader Jim, who apparently is appalled that I'm not familiar with it. :-) I may not get to read it for a bit, since I have so much catch-up work to do now, but I'm glad to have it waiting for me -- thanks, Jim. The anklets may have to wait for summer weather -- they're not really suited to big black boots and snow.

Music has been a tremendous help. The main thing that cheered me up yesterday was listening to my music, as Kevin recovered it in bits and pieces, adding new songs to my favorites list from the main library, singing along for a few lines here and there. And now I'm listening to Karen's Christmas mix, which is entirely stuff I haven't heard before, which just shows how ignorant I am with music. But it's delightful, finding all this new stuff. I did a Xmas mix last year, but not this year, what with the cookbook and all. But next year, I definitely want to do it again -- it's an inexpensive present, and such a great way of introducing people to the music you love, and which they've never encountered. Somebody remind me next December...

Mostly, of course, Kevin's been the consolation. Thursdays he doesn't teach, and though he probably should've gone down to a seminar in Hyde Park, he stayed home instead and helped me cope. (He wasn't so excited about the seminar anyway, or I would've felt too guilty to let him stay.) Lots of hugs. I admit, I bawled for at least half an hour yesterday when I first realized exactly what had happened. It's like having a fire sweep through your apartment, randomly destroying things you had forgotten you cared about...

But we're recovering.

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