Our menorah powers off of a 9-volt battery. Instead of lighting a candle, The Boffin threw a DIP switch. Dinner was what we could grab at CVS since every place else was closed or closing. That was OK because of our gluttony at Skyline Chili earlier. No latkes. Just Stouffer’s or snacks. Our presents were loaded into reusable grocery bags and lugged in for the evening.
It wasn’t home. We didn’t have our Furball beating us with her paw and proclaiming her complete and utter starvation by standing pathetically by her bowl. But we still had the quiet. The calm. The three of us. Still good, though not usual. I guess it is what you make it.
Here’s to a happy Hanukkah to all those who celebrate.