Sidetracked again, this time by Orthodox Easter. Well, maybe not by the day but most certainly by my weakness of trying to be a good guest.
My wife thinks I give into peer pressure way too easily but when I’m in a house surrounded by Bosnians, and the host is calling the shots, I feel it’s safest to do what’s asked of me. In this case, the shots came a little too fast for my south Kordun constitution and when I got home the only thing I could think of writing was an ode to my pillow.
I’ll post for Tuesday AM.