Friday at the new place

This is an hour on which to wake up from a nap? And be suddenly hungry? My brain. *shakes head*

I have spent so much time in Jerusalem in the past month, I haven't quite gotten used to the local rhythm of action. In particular the weekend rhythms, which of course are a massive indicator of neighborhood culture in Israel. Friday afternoon cafe loitering and the like.

My mind buzzes with so many thoughts I don't share. I really ought to do more proper blogging.

And eat. I should eat.