saturday morning

The walk home from Shabbat services on Friday night is quickly becoming my favorite, especially now that it's summer and the sun's really just setting as I leave. Last night after I got home I got drunk with our new roommate and I have the haircut to prove it. This morning I'm unpacking groceries and find a disproportionate number of Armenian foods: Akmak and sour cherry jam.

I think I'm going to try to make next Shabbos computer-free.