reading

Last night the puja was beautiful, but the choir sang only two songs. Prasad afterwards was delicious: cashews, dates, an apple slice, and rasmalai. I chatted with friends, and it was a lovely, cold evening.

Today I read a graphic novel American Born Chinese which has some great mythology about the monkey king. I liked it.

I've also been reading (slowly) the chapters my friend P wrote of a nursing textbook. Erik's still working on War and Peace.