Wakened to snow and cold.
A friend settled unexpectedly here for shabbos, a way-station between a Denver visit and a farther-north home. Fortunately, there was enough soup, bread, fresh linen on the guest bed. I'm glad for freinds who feel comfortable enough to make themselves at home. I'm grateful for enough room for them to be as private or as social as they choose.
I read the Torah portion again this morning---it accrues layers of feeling and meaning as the years pass---and remembered in Thomas Mann's novel the heart-rending account of Jacob, tricked by Laban, in complete dark on his wedding night, pouring out his accumulated love for Rachel to her sister, unknowing in the dark.
My mind goes to my own wedding night, during the worst snowstorm Philadelphia had seen in years. I look out my window now at the snow in Boulder, and count myself lucky: the heating system still works, and there is a wood stove and firewood.
Mishka the cat has adopted Zalman's recliner chair as one of her very favorite spots, and if I sit there, she will curl into my lap and purr as I read.
Blessings for a good week---