A gloomy, dull Sunday in January is interrupted by the bright red hat knitted by Great-Grandma Schueller, and our festively off-season pumpkin blanket draping Topi. Off to visit Babaanne (Grandma Deniz) so I can work, Topi and Devrim brave the gloom to walk the 2 blocks to her house, leaving me to my writing for Dilko, a cup of coffee, and a teeny bit of silence while Lina sleeps.
