Kipilefti

I woke to the screeching of crows fighting on my tin roof; looked out the window to see a cloud sailing through the valley. The day passed uneventfully; I taught my classes (I have four more periods now that the Form Is have split back into four streams instead of two), went to the post office. The mail hasn’t come since I was there Thursday; Posta Mama said maybe tomorrow.

Dinner was pumpkin, four different ways. I roasted it with cinnamon and gulped that down, starving; chopped and boiled the rest. Half went into pumpkin bread and half I ate with salt. I fried the pumpkin seeds and had them as a snack between the courses. The bread burned (amazingly, since my problem is usually undercooking) but it’s still pretty good.