VPN has been treacherously slow and obstinate.
The sudden change in weather, cool winds, warm sunshine and absence of cicada's wake me up to an optimistic day each morning.
There's a certain happy deja vu vibe in the air. Troubles feel like a thing of the past; I could be wrong, and maybe it's just the nice weather, perhaps as it gets colder I'll feel worse, but that's not the case right now.
The clammy quietness is pleasantly perturbed by refreshing winds permeating my house and odd spots of sunshine patterns on wooden floors and bedsheets.
I do love autumn.
The cat has taken to lounging on the bed and I find myself in possession of a beautiful plant of small white roses, that bloom everyday.
Flu still infests my system, but I don't let it bother me too much. It has considerably mellowed down, bless my WBC's.
Seasonal infections have no redeeming qualities, but this one has sort of reignited my love for tea. I'd kind of lost my desi tea mojo a while back, and stuck to mostly sipping oolong, white or similar such tea's; however after the sawing pain in my throat (courtesy flu) I got back to drinking masala tea, and no tea even comes close to its restorative qualities.
A morning mug of masala chai (no cardamom please), accompanied by the most beautiful words in verse and prose, rants and rambles, recommendations and ravings..and my day is pretty much set.
It could be that I've found the perfect synchronization for a non fussy morning.
Ah, I wrote this entire post listening to this:
The sudden change in weather, cool winds, warm sunshine and absence of cicada's wake me up to an optimistic day each morning.
There's a certain happy deja vu vibe in the air. Troubles feel like a thing of the past; I could be wrong, and maybe it's just the nice weather, perhaps as it gets colder I'll feel worse, but that's not the case right now.
The clammy quietness is pleasantly perturbed by refreshing winds permeating my house and odd spots of sunshine patterns on wooden floors and bedsheets.
I do love autumn.
The cat has taken to lounging on the bed and I find myself in possession of a beautiful plant of small white roses, that bloom everyday.
Flu still infests my system, but I don't let it bother me too much. It has considerably mellowed down, bless my WBC's.
Seasonal infections have no redeeming qualities, but this one has sort of reignited my love for tea. I'd kind of lost my desi tea mojo a while back, and stuck to mostly sipping oolong, white or similar such tea's; however after the sawing pain in my throat (courtesy flu) I got back to drinking masala tea, and no tea even comes close to its restorative qualities.
A morning mug of masala chai (no cardamom please), accompanied by the most beautiful words in verse and prose, rants and rambles, recommendations and ravings..and my day is pretty much set.
It could be that I've found the perfect synchronization for a non fussy morning.
Ah, I wrote this entire post listening to this:
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