Hah. I discovered a stash of frozen bagels in the big, overstuffed freezer. Food here is fair-game for the "caretaker." It wasn't anything like a traditional thanksgiving over here. Isolation, lockdown and social-distancing was the theme. I'm still on "no-covid island," but it's getting to be a smaller, and smaller place.
It turns out a couple of nicely-turned, bagels, defrosted and piping hot from the micro-wave makes for a sumptuous feast. I had a few sides: soup and garbanzo beans. Note: no animals were harmed in the making of this meal. OK. Maybe it was sort of a "hobo" feast, but, really, think: a well-fed, very comfortable, happy, and truly luxuriating, hobo.
What else? Breathing easy. Another glorious sunrise. It's "Black Friday" which means absolutely nothing to me. The world is turning. I am hanging on.
The a.m. soundtrack - Damon Albarn's "Mali Music" (2002). It's kind of a "rare find." I hunted it down and purchased a pristine copy on Ebay about a year or so ago. Trippy, cool, an exotic vibe. Albarn collaborates with local Mali musicians. He doesn't dominate, he kind of melts into the vibe. World music. Bright, sunny, enchanting.
