What a splendid day.
I was indeed able to spend much of the day in the sukkah. It turns out that the spruce branches that I had expected to find in the back yard had already been flung up on the roof of the sukkah, right where they were supposed to end up. Grateful.
Joined friends in their sukkah tonight, for a fine joint-effort dinner, with friendship and beauty and song and the moon. What a wonderful thing, to have a religious holiday in which it is practically an obligation to gather with friends, and even strangers, together in a makeshift porous hut for food and company, in the best season of the year. The heat is banked somewhat, the Autumn birds are beginning to return, flowers are throwing themselves into their great pre-winter display. Stars show through the roof of the sukkah.
Cat is curled up at the right side of the laptop, giving herself a bath. She occasionally includes a finger of mine. She lies curled in a ball with long tawny fur, tufty ears and plump swishy tail. I catch a glimpse of her abdominal fur: well-protected dreadlocks. She emits a purr that might be a snore.
(Do cats snore?)
We are truly heading into Autumn; how wonderful.