Monday, December 7th, 2020

I don’t feel like going straight home after work. I head to the city square. I think of getting a mushroom burger, but can’t get myself to spend that much for dinner, especially to go. I stop into the pizza place again. I don’t recognize the worker who greets me, but he speaks to me in English right away. I get a slice of what’s on display and a soda. While I wait, I realize that, even though he seems to have an Israeli accent, he is speaking with everyone in English. Either he is practicing the language, or he doesn't speak Hebrew well and comes from somewhere else with an accent that sounds the same to me. I sit down at a chess table with the slice. I figure I’ll get some writing done on the dance scenario. I had written some notes down at work. I take them out and fumble around in my pockets looking for a pen. I don’t find it. I must have left it at work. So much for writing. I finish the slice fairly quickly. It’s good, as usual, simple cheese with a thin, crisp crust. When I’m done, I realize that I hadn’t opened the soda. I put it in the bag with the groceries that I got in mid-afternoon. The shop with the sahlab appears open. I want another one. I go into it. The teenager smoking outside tells me that they’re closed for the night. Oh, well. I head home. I’m not tired. I should be able to get more writing done tonight.