Drove home through glorious snow, still snowing now, supposed to change to rain at some point, sigh.

Made stuffed shells for the first time in over ten years, like most things I haven't made in over ten years was vastly easier than I remembered. Happy to have used up the ricotta.

Read through the first couple parts of the Kierkegaard. Think I last read that in 1990, strange how much of it I remember. Also read a bit of Lacan referring to Kierkegaard (the companion volume, not the thing I was actually reading). Objet petit a, father I am burning, the proper interpretation of the transference, etc., etc. Old news.

Here's to you, Regine Olsen.