Ihad hoped to get back to writing about happier things by now. But we seem to be in one of those pesky moments of history that keep unscrewing the lightbulb of hope, so here we go again.
Oscar, who is not yet two, is already asleep. He was awake by 5:30, and danced his way through the ribbons and tissue paper and torn wrapping all morning. Until enough was enough and down he went for an early nap.