Recovering

Too much cooking (ha hahahahaha. Not really). Too much eating (really). Today was spent indoors, doing too much cleaning. Oh how I hate dishes.

Now, fortified with my nightly espressi, I am feeling more normal. We return home tomorrow. Maybe we are home now, because Sacramento does feel like home, as does the Bay Area. Santa Cruz doesn't feel like home, and hasn't for some time. Rome feels like home, too, even though I am not Roman. I have some family in Rome, but they are not "real Romans," just displaced Tuscans. Pisa, which is where our family is from, never has really felt like home. Maybe it would have before the war, but not now.

Rome is home, because of the church and because of all the baroque architecture. You know, if I were ever to long for a nostalgic past, it would be the baroque. I would look good in a powdered wig, playing my harpsichord.

Sacramento is not a very baroque city, and the Bay Area is not a baroque area. Go figure.

Lodi, where great wines come from, feels a lot like the area by Pisa where my family is from, but it has never felt like home, either. I like Lodi, though, and would not mind being stuck there again, which would mean being stuck there twice, since I have never been stuck there.

It is cold in sunny California. Sunny and cold. Crisp, they call it. Crisp like the dried skin we all have this time of year.

Anyway, please continue to have a Merry Christmas!