Another late morning. We’re definitely catching up on sleep in the last two weeks, although I’m not sure why. It could be because the rooster in the yard up the hill also sleeps in — he usually starts crowing around 11 in the morning.
This is the first day the grocery stores were open post-Christmas, so we restocked a few little things — soda, water, cider — and then grabbed peinirli for lunch. The lady at Zimi’s recognized me and said “I have bolognese!” so Heather had a happy lunch and dinner. I’m still trying to figure out my favorite so I always check to see what’s unusual or that I haven’t tried, and today they had one with schnitzel, bacon, and BBQ sauce so naturally that came home with me. Everything inside a peinirli besides the cheese is just an afterthought, but a little meat is always appreciated.
H’s little friend showed up around 3 for a snack and a short visit. Starting to worry a little that we are setting this poor cat up for true disappointment when we leave and the next residents are cat-averse or worse! DOG PEOPLE! Heather is calling him “Gata” or Γατα (the Greek word for cat) but he or she always makes itself into a nice little loaf once she comes inside so I’m calling it “Pumpernickel.”