Brewed in bed till 6 30 in the evening, slipping in and out of sleep. True vacationing but my ill gotten laptop is now nauseating me. Elephants came crashing in the morning but ignored them. Disturbing conversation about limited time and things to be wrapped up. Scarily I’m beginning to think there is limited time but I don’t want to jump from the frying pan into the fire. I hope all this is melodrama (which contrary to popular expectations is quite curative).

Swelling tissues, festering wounds, cocktails of side-effects, too old for change, calls of duty ripping down centre and trying to step into role of absent minded pmsing guardian angel/bakri. Living in the present was never more angsty. Being on vacation does not suit me too well.

There were many ways to look at this. Wasn’t thankless but didn’t want to carve a paradigm out of obligation.