Oh boy.Did anyone ever tell you how a sabbatical somehow tends to miraculously transform itself into your busiest time ever? Or how you can get whiplash from family conversations when your family is scattered in all four corners, and is yet to discover conference-calls? Or how a receding adrenaline rush sucks ass if you've got no nicotine to help the withdrawal...
I wish someday some mysteriously wise creature would sit me down in some rare quiet corner and, as dusk returns to graciously grant us the reprieve of yet another brief night, share...
how year after year, as the wedding season approaches, you discover yet another three cousins of marriageable age with intent - they seem to grow faster than fate can knock 'em down -
and how the cabbalistic secrets of the arcane world of travel-agents and tour-bookers seem fated to retain their impenetrability for all but your own all-seeing ocular organ
why thermal underwear is not quite as vulgar as a pair of purple panties
and how pai continues to bypass the actual posts to further her secret evil plan to rid the world of weary,verbose 'englit types' one by one through the expedient method of 'If I don't see you, you're no longer there'. Oh, well... the comments are welcome anyway.
Season's greetings...and yes, I have been off nicotine for two weeks now, and the strain may just be beginning to tell.
