I had been writing a post about the seething rage that work in the Nigerian Archives often sends me into - and the Coke that I must then drink to sooth my soul. (Also, Rage Against the Machine blasting on my iPod seems to help.) But yesterday morning, I had a freshly-blended pineapple/banana smoothie and bread with peanut butter for breakfast, followed by a lovely interview with a professor about books.
Ah, Nigeria, it only takes the right meal and a good conversation for you to work your charms . . . I'm so easy.
Sunset from my front yard.
(Note to my future self, lest I become too nostalgic: evening brought a run-in with police brandishing semi-automatic weapons. So, yeah.)