‘All right,’ said Susan. ‘I’m not stupid. You’re saying humans need … fantasies to make life bearable.’
Our daughter was born on Solstice (halfway through the dark), and the days since have been, predictably, a blur. She's a very good baby, but even the best newborn is still a newborn.
It's strange, after nearly a year, to suddenly not be pregnant. My brain and body are both doing all kinds of new things, but I recognize some of them as being Anna-Not-Pregnant, which is nice. My brain is exhausted and sometimes not fully-functional, but it doesn't feel drained out in the same way it has been for what seems like a long, long while.
There's not a lot of time to write just now, obviously, but I wanted to hop in before the holidays were over with the Hogfather excerpt, because it's something that means a lot to me: we need to believe in a little magic at least some of the time. Imagining what a limitless world might look like helps make us better people, and the excerpt there is a good reminder of that.
I'm going to leave you now to watch what seems like endless snowfall with my newly-changed little family, but I hope to be back in the new year. If your holidays brought peace, may it continue, and if they didn't, may you find peace in the aftermath.
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