Cats Cradle

Cat's Cradle was a little too American for me, but overall, smart, sharp and devastatingly honest. A lot of insight into (dis)organized religion - I’m always a fan. I’m intrigued by this man Vonnegut, and now I understand the mourning that swept over his fans when he passed away. I’ll be reading more.

Last night was dinner at one of the aunt's. This is the aunt whose cheesecakes have made cows cry with compassion, whose fruit tarts resemble Eden before the fall, whose sponge cakes get high on hydrogen.

Suffice to say, dinner was good, and the company better yet. My four-year-old cousin, Yohannes, instantly took a liking to me. There was horseplay, some cuddling, twirling of hair, smiles and chuckles, and the evening ended with him curled up on my lap, fast asleep.

It was all good.