Cinnamon Sunday.
 
Today I had a better day than any other this work week. My boss was mad, but not at me. Thank God for small mercies.
 
I spent the day making bread, I smell like smoke and spice.
 
Today marks my third week here. I count by sundays.
 
I'm going to the most awesome church ever here. St Nicholas Catholic, for their sunday night service. One of the girls who lives here got me into the worship group. It's got to be the best thing in the world after a rough week at work to just unwind and sing.
 
It was really, honestly good. 
 

open up the doors

and let the music play

let the streets resound

with singing,

songs that bring your hope

and songs that bring your joy

dancers who dance

upon injustice