It’s been a crazy few weeks. Stress levels have threatened to burn a hole in the roof. Self-esteem is saying hello from its current home in the basement. Am getting a rather nice tan from the long guilt trip. The mind has given its two week’s notice. Work is having a field day whipping my ass. The knee refuses to cooperate unless its demands are met. The nerves have formed a vigilante group that wants nothing to do with me.
On the upside, Bachelor No. 1, nominated by the parents for marital consideration, has backed out without a fight.
On the flipside, for the first time in 26 years, I will not be visiting my family’s Ganapati.