Easter Saturday

I write today as the eggs are boiling, before the bulk of the cleaning starts and the cake goes in the oven. There will be 16 people here tomorrow. That's a big gathering when the number is usually two. 

And it's a big moment in this slow return to normalcy. It's not exactly like the opening of the gates in Oran from Camus' The Plague. Our experience with disease has been longer but less acute than what those poor fictional souls experienced. 

But it's been enough, thank you very much. And our hope that this might be the beginning of the end will make tomorrow's alleluias ring out all the louder.