The in between time

When you live with someone who lives on the autism spectrum, maintaining a modicum of rhythm and predictability is key.

Particularly during a pandemic.

So yesterday, I baked up our usual hot cross buns, and younger daughter and I watched Tim Minchin as Judas in the 2013 production of Jesus Christ Superstar. This year, they're more than traditions; they're lights in the dark hallway with no door in sight (yet).

And this year, it's not only pleasant, but imperative, that we decorate eggs. We usually try a new technique every year, but we haven't done marbled eggs for ten years, and Demeter has never tried them.

They look nothing like the eggs we did in 2010, but that's okay. We like 'em.

Tomorrow? No church, but chocolate eggs, ham, and the Easter Beagle. (And elder daughter, but - shhh - don't tell Demeter; it's a surprise, and the next surprise is that Demeter can't hug her granddaughter for two weeks.)