Weeks of battling work issues with no results. Months of unanswered emails. Days of no running, weeks of no swimming, months of no cycling, year of no hiking.
There is no bright spot.
Continue reading Dark, Grey.
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Inverted vacation clock
Back home, I’m struggling to open my eyes at 8:30 AM.
Today, by 8:30 local time (7:30 UK), I was wide awake and itching to go for a run, but for the foot and knee injuries. I’d already finished Twitter, Facebook, Google+, BBC News, GReader, and email.
Weird.
Ferry to Hvar
37°C outside. 120 passengers on the top deck. 2 split ACs set to 18°C.
The 10 in front of the AC are freezing, ones in the back are dripping rivers of sweat. We’re in the middle. Suffering, but not enough to earn the right to complain.
What a warm bundle does to you..
I have to leave for a vacation in 2 hours, and I haven’t been sadder in months.
I’m not happy about leaving for a long planned, much desired vacation.
The boy is snuggled tight against my chest, deep asleep. Little does the gentle soul know that his MA & Pa are heading off for 8 days without him.
The in laws are here, and he’ll be OK with them, at least after the first 48 hours. Yet, I spent last night waking up to nightmares about stuff happening to him – stuff ranging from probable to nearly impossible in real life.
I should sleep, but I can’t. Don’t want to waste a single minute of his soft, smelly, warm presence while I have it.
Clawing back some mojo
Bad day in office + no long runs for 2 consecutive weekends = making coffee at midnight and settling in for a night out on the laptop.
Bees & Balls
Successfully rescued Chewie’s balls1 without getting stung, bitten, or scratched. Had to dress like an Eskimo, in peak British summer, for 10 mins though.
Team Moi & Chewie 1 – 2 Team Bees & Nettles
Now, if only we could rescue the 3rd ball lost under the garden shed, it’ll even the score.
- Only the rubber play balls. The real ones were sacrificed, despite my strong objections and tears, 2 years back in the vet’s surgery :'( ↩
A relaxing, 3-day vacation left me so tired that I dropped flat, asleep right after finishing a 500ml Coke Zero bottle to keep me awake.
Meandering map readers
Summer – season of the confused European and American tourists on the Tube.
(a.k.a. the meandering map readers)
On train back out from Waterloo. Thames, Westminster, then Vauxhall outside my window. Grey blue skies.
Suddenly, I’m in a train south from Bandra. Mahim bay spread out besides. Grey blue sea. Faint smell of the sea, the fish, the Mithi crawls out of memory, through the nose, into the heart.
I miss you, Bombay.