Today was tsiknompempti in Greece. Pempti is Thursday (lit. fifth) and tsikna is the smell of grilling meat. Trust the Greeks’ dietary habits to raise the need for the term. So this day was devoted to the ritualistic worship of grilled meat through “incarnation” in tavern-shrines. Alas, work impeded me from indulging. Things are going well, and I’m a bit more optimistic.