Cold

I wore my winter coat in the house all day. Typical winter day. It was probably about 15 C. Clothes hung out all day and are still wet. Mosquitoes are slow, but they're still around.

Church on Wednesday and Saturday was attended by several prisoners. Maybe "attended" isn't the word--they listened in by phone.

Jerusalem is an interesting place. But I didn't exactly have an interesting day. I was a bit sick so I didn't accomplish much. I don't have any cute kids that say cute things and do cute things. I didn't go anywhere except for a short walk and I saw nothing new. I did stop for a look at my favorite rosebush. I am tempted to cut a rose and take it home. Nobody loves that rose as much as I do. The bush usually looks pretty sad, but the roses on it are nice. I wonder if the bush were treated for rust would the flowers still be as good.

I didn't see the gray cat today. He's not an average cat, but a special breed of some kind. He frequently sits on a wall by the sidewalk, at a convenient height for me to stop and pet. After petting him for a minute I walk on, so he jumps down, runs ahead, jumps onto the wall again. He does this several times, then returns home. If I had a cat that nice I'd be worried someone would steal him.

I stopped to pet the fat yellow cat. I startled several wild black and tabby cats out of the garbage bin.

I transcribed several tune ideas from my recorder. Hopefully by the end of the week I'll be able to finish a tune.

Supper was supposed to be a delicious potato soup. It turned out to be a so-so potato soup. Try again tomorrow. Only without the potatoes.