getting there...

Deep breath. 

It's working out. It's been hell month, with a few Big Things (moving, a wedding, RP's job closure, major financial jugglery, gathering possessions from across 4 locations across India) and lots of the Small Things that the Big Things involve - furniture, movers, packing, unpacking, setting up, gas, cable, net, maid, curtains, electricals, the inevitable falling sick, repairs, concalls, cleaning, cook, et al) but it's finally coming together. 

The Universe threw all it had at me and I ground it down. I outlasted it. 

There's still plenty left and plenty to come, and there's going to be a few more greys in the already much-expanded 'distinguished' patch on the left side of my head, but there's a change in the air. The sense of a corner having been turned, the peak crested. 

New beginnings. It's been a difficult birth but it's done. The mother and the baby are both fine. Now we see what we can make out of it. 

spring cleaning - the other side

On the first day, he said, "Let there be AC, and yea, chilling winds." And it was.

On the second day, he said, "Let there be a fridge, that my beer stays cold and my meat fresh," and it was so.

On the third day, he said, "Let there be Television, so I am entertained", and it was, and verily, it showed unto him The Wrath Of Khan.

On the fourth day, he said, "Let there be gas, and a stove, that I may enjoy a morning coffee," and by midnight, it was just so.

On the fifth day, he said, Let there be furniture, that I may sleep like a civilized being above the ground," and it was thusly ordered.

On the sixth day, he said, "Let there be a computer, that I may work from home if need be," and there was, not one, but two, formatted and delivering unto him 1.5 mbps at night.

On th seventh day... we shall find out.