And this baby’s smooshy face to love and cuddle while I get back from my walk.
Woke up shivering in the middle of the night yesterday and had to walk to the closet and bring out the winter blankets. I guess in my home blankets serve as visual affirmation of a season.
My brief sabbatical from work is coming to an end all to quickly and what I’m going miss most are days like this when I take myself out on a date as the world rushes past in a frenzy around me and I laze around in a cafe with a book, some pretty dessert and endless cups of coffee.
On a completely unrelated note: I feel unnaturally happy at the prospect of packing a suitcase. Wonder if that’s normal!!
Up until a couple of months ago there was an active connection named “Port of Bravos” listed which I now think must have made an appearance in one of Boston’s suburbs. I think there is a pattern here, but I still stand by the fact that Scooby naming our network at home “Demon of the Hidden Mist” was pure genius. ZABUSA!!
Been sifting through a lot of old digital content in my archives and stumbled upon this pretty picture from a time when a couple of my colleagues and me took a break from the non stop partying in Goa to check out this famous artist (Mario Miranda)’s work in the middle of a bazaar.
There are big advantages to being an adult with means and time. Like hosting impromptu tea dates, sleepovers and delicious homemade breakfasts with multiple cups of coffee.
In the meantime, a pact has been made to correct a bad habit that has developed over time and needs immediate fixing.
Yesterday was exciting, I felt so alive being a ghost and helping my team close a massive deal and realised just how much joy my job in sales gives me. If only it didn’t drive me insane with its hours and sustained pressure levels.