Third night, eleven years in
I was home well after nightfall tonight. In a case like this we light the candles but don’t say the blessings.
Spent the whole afternoon with dad’s attorney and HL. Exhaustive and exhausting discussions. Got home much later than usual.
Most of my writing on the third night has circled around the event of my doctoral adviser’s death / yorzeit, eleven years ago, in 2010, 2011 and 2012 (on the road, with joke).
Me + Richard Armitage 