Day 28 - I'm getting boring.

A slow Sunday afternoon turned into and even slower evening as the sun began to make its way below the horizon, leaving streaks of pink and orange and red in the westward sky.

This is prime Barbequeing time. Perfect, some would say. The heat lingers but is no longer demobilizing. The wind slows and comes close to a halt. The daytime sounds disappear into a sizzle.

And my attention is focused on one thing and one thing only: EXTREME FLAVA TO THA MAXX.

There's something therapeutic about cooking by yourself. Especially when it is outside over flames. (Gas, but hey, let's not be cocks). It's a good time to think about all that stuff you haven't because you have been distracted by friends, TV shows, music, commitments etc. Quite often my mind wanders and I think of some person from years ago that I used to spend time with and no longer see. What are they doing now? Or thinking about something my Dad said then realizing sometimes I say almost the exact same thing, and the more I go down that train of thought, the more I can see how much like my Dad I am.

Then I eat some falafel.