Easter Sunday was pleasant, high in the 80s. I got up and made pancakes--and ate some of them before Ray got up. I made the frosting and frosted the chocolate torte, which was not very sweet. Is that what makes it a torte? I prepared the four pounds of asparagus we had bought Saturday night at Kroger. They were kind of sad, so I snapped off about half of each stalk before blanching them in boiling water with salt. I went for a quick walk and visited the gardens and chicken coop, garnering one egg. Then I put the rolls in to bake while I showered.

Ray and I headed out to the service, with chocolate torte, asparagus (blanched) and warm rolls. It was very crowded and went well. My parents were there, but they left before we got a chance to talk. We sang, "We rise again," one of my favorite songs with lots of high notes and multiple parts.

At one, we  headed to Deb and John's. My parents were already there. It was another lovely day. First, we dyed eggs. Then, we ate and ate. It was delicious. When we were thinking we couldn't eat it all, Janna and Ron arrived. Bertha was resting. Then we had desserts. Everybody gradually left. Ray and I stayed and walked around the block with Deb and John and the three dogs.

We were home about 6:30 or so and I worked some in the garden. I was a little hungry, but didn't know what to eat. Ate a little charoset and yogurt and a banana. We watched some TV, including the end of 2012, which we didn't really mean to, but it was on when we were going to bed. So we ended up staying up later than intended and then my adrenaline kept me up and I read for a while until I calmed down, until Ray said the light was keeping him awake. Then I lay there for a while and it was probably after midnight before I went to sleep. Then Ray got up about 4, but I managed to stay in bed and go back to sleep until almost 7.