What I did today: drank Turkish coffee, spent many hours with one of my favorite aunts, saw an old friend from elementary school. It was a Sunday that stretched in the typical endless way of Sundays, and yet at some point I forgot what day of the week it is. I suppose travel can do that.
Tomorrow I’m going to see my old ladies. I wanted to go on Wednesday but they complained they might be dead by then. I suppose a flair for drama runs in the family.