I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that I’m posting this on the first day of Chol Hamo’ed instead of on the eve of the holiday, as planned. There was no computer time on Monday.

My Seders were wonderful, full of love and laughter and learning and good food. My children are now old enough to contribute thoughtfully and hilariously. I am very proud of my guests for consuming six bottles of dry wine, one Riesling and half a bottle of Manischewitz. I do love my friends who have no palate and will not shame them in public, but the survey of my recycling bin makes me feel very good. My dad, who is in his eighties, made the arduous trek from Israel to be with us and help demolish those bottles of dry wine. His learning and insights make our Seders so much richer. Thanks, Saba, we love you.

Our Paleo-like diet is making Pesach much pleasanter this year, even for members of my family who have traditionally suffered through it. The late nights and alcohol are doing a number on my health, but I’ll get over it.

At this time of year, the beauty and joy of being Jewish are particularly close to the surface of my consciousness. The physical reminders of redemption are all around me, and I am so very grateful for all the blessings that I have, not the least of which are you, my friends and readers. Thank you so much for being there.