Sunday Morning

Eating a cookie and watching an Italian soap opera on RAI. The good thing about soap operas is that even a minimal understanding of the language is usually enough to figure out what's going on. This one is set during the civil war and we have all kinds of delicious Italian drama: Secret plans for sneaking around the Germans in battle, this woman is searching for her lover in a dangerous mission and in a super chic forties dress, and another woman's boytoy left for New York. And the dramatic violins have been cued the whole time. Perfetto. This may have to become a ritual.

Once I get ready I'm headed to Penn Station to take the train into Long Island. Cookies, Italian drama, and family--that's what Sundays are made of.

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