I spend the morning working on my Red Cross presentation for tomorrow. I had hoped to revamp the talk, but with the deadline looming, I can only update the presentation.
I load 6 gallons of paint into my car, ahead of my vehicle handover tomorrow. Greektown is nearby. Why not pop into Ouzeri for another meal? This will make up for Amaya. My mouth starts watering. I get smart: I bring my own stack of doggy bagging containers. Sitting by the sunny window listening to Greek music watching well bundled passersby is such a great way to spend an hour. Satiety is reached with exactly half: lemony artichoke hearts, moussaka, potatoes, rice, honey drizzled yogurt. The buns, which are always good, were especially so today--the freshly baked crusty rolls beat the high end restaurants’ reheated offerings.
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