Inertia.

Lately, I have been thinking that I am stuck. Stuck in a rut. On a hamster wheel that obviously isn't going anywhere. It's odd though. If you asked me three years ago, where I'd like to be three years on- the current state of affairs would seem to be a great place to be in....

Exhaustion.

“My head aches, my eyes burn, my arms and legs have given up, and my face in the mirror has a grayish cast. The bed, across the room, calls in its unmistakable lover's croon, Come to me, come, only I can make you truly happy, oh, how happy I'll make you, don't resist, remember how...

Rotten days.

It was a rotten, rotten day today. It is the weekend. I woke up grumpy, for no particular reason. And by mid-day I was utterly pissed at myself for being pissed. I was angry because I was grouchy and me being angry at myself made me more grumpy and well, it's a viscous cycle. I...

Feeling chatty.

Hella folks! Another weekend post. I know, it's been a flurry of posts. I am in compulsive blogging mode 🙂 And it is only on weekends such as these that I can sit back and chat up. So, what makes for a beautiful Sunday? A laid back, late start. Check. Getting all dolled up in...

The news and magazine junkie!

Hello folks! 'Twas a dull day at work today. With her consultant off on vacation, there was just some ho- hum post- op and follow-up drills for J to do. Nothing more. She had time to kill, which she did admirably by reading news and magazines ad nauseam. Random words, phrases and paragraphs stood out....

Thursday Troubles! What’s your Roadavataar?

Every evening, I come home bone- tired. With a pulsing headache. With ringing ears. With teary, irritated eyes. With a sore bum and achy arms. No, it's not my work that does that to me. My work only gives me a creaky neck, a wonky back, dry, flaky hands and sore calves. Thanks to odd...

Recap Thursday- Que Será, Será.

Whatever will be, will be. This has been J's motto for the week. Be it Lil' Z's schedule, work, exercise, food, traffic, family, LIFE.... sometimes it's best to let things be. Not to waste valuable life- force, fighting. You may not get what you desire. You  may not be in the state to fight for...

The last supper..

Hours 1 to 12.... The "packing expert" fits everything but the kitchen sink, into three bags.   The Last Supper...Mister's choice.   Will sorely miss the morning cuppa together and the gossip and ranting that goes along...   A favoured breakfast at the H household!...   And finally...the last meal....   More to come... Till...

MiA!

Dr J has been missing in action for a bit. Apologies. Dr J feels she is in a time- warp. Nothing makes sense. No decision is clear or correct. No scenario is ideal. Nothing is black or white. It's a grey, grey world. Part 36 or so hours have been a blur. Pictures may tell...

Of festivities, sand dunes, beaches and barbeques!

Evening folks! All the rich, indulgent, almost sinful food had left us all lethargic and tardy. Getting out of bed this morning was an exercise in self- motivation. We had plans of getting out and about today, but nothing has materialized thus far. Hence the flurry of blog posts. The only reason I woke up...