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- The Author, Home
I genuinely am tired. Dog tired. The kind of fatigue that must be understood. Like a bear gearing up for hibernation. Like a stone model lying away those centuries. Resplendent and ignorant of the fact that everywhere there are people staring and you just don't really give a crap about it.
Only difference is that I am equally tired but trying to eat my banana with dignity inside a local mamak shop. Gosh, the half-boiled eggs had never tasted so perfectly done. The toasts were heavenly justifiable for consumption. The iced tea, well, was how it's always being done (just the way I like it). I ordered another one. The bill came up cheap too.
So, not exactly Musée d'Orsay on the left bank of the Seine but it's one of those days where you kind of don't feel you're quite where you were yesterday, but in a good way.
It's been (I think) two weeks back home from the travels and I had been busting my guts working it off with my trainer. You know it is money well spent when you are (and your body and mind tell you so) feeling you're getting your shilling's worth of sweat and endless rounds of refilling those 100 Plus drinks. Goes to show that you don't have to fall in line to just get it all lined up well for things in your life. Admittedly I was feeling quite bogged down by the ferocity and size of "things-to-do" after getting back from 2 months of ignoring the usual regular to-do of this thing you call a "normal scheduled" life as you do get into a comfortable pattern of just living out your day as it comes when you are on the road. It was unplanned, the most you have to think of is train connection times, and you lick off every drop of liberation like how you would do on an icicle in a hot Wimbledon summer.
I meant to write up what I promised about the adventures and funny mishaps that we encountered along our ways in France, Germany and the UK. But those chin-ups had really busted me and I feel the need for a speedy adjourn to lying down on my couch with my book of the day. Of course, I am already playing the "forget-it" game with the amount of letters (some opened) piling up on my table, the laundry basket that has miraculously topped up by itself. Hey, at least the dogs are behaving today!
My instrument arrived last night from Australia and it was (to my horror) unassembled. I really don't want to think about it right now. It's been filed up for Friday's to-do with my instructor.
Shoots. I have not fed the dogs yet.
But I got up before sunlight to take them up for a walk despite the impending downpour. I played with them before I headed off to the gym.
You really build up a lot of respect for mothers with children that have heaps of energy. And they still fit in time for the gym too.
It's one of those days when I am speechless yet blissfully contended to share with you about it. As always, thank you for checking this entry out. Rest assured that I have not forgotten and will not go back on my promise to write up about the 2 months!
I will see you again. Here.
Must. Go. To. Couch.
Now.
