A bit about cold

It's a bizarre -22°C outside and aptly timed to watch some Siberian tigers frolicking about in the midst of things, because why not?
The thing about Harbin is that it's a wonderland of sorts.
Here at this one of the month and for the continuing couple months this city will be celebrating something called snow and ice festival wherein Harbin will be converted into a wonderland of sorts.
Snow and ice sculptures dotted all over the city, even roundabouts and town placements decorated with twinkling ice, which gives it that iceberg quality of beauteous frost where you'd stand admiring the beauty of it while nursing some gangrene.
Yes it's cold, and yes it's all worth it for a couple days at least.
One shouldn't venture out and about without being clothed in multi layers of warmth and snow shoes, neither is it the kind of place where tourists need stays more than a couple days, but every day that one does live here is worth the icy breath.

A few minutes outside and your mundane plastic bottle is a solid rock of mineral ice cube, frost glimmering on eyebrows and eyelashes makes you wish for sunny beaches and volcanic eruptions, toes and fingers lose sensation and it's an odd mix of wonder and worry..though if one is toasted warm on the chests and clothed in one too many clothing then this numbness is only a symptom of extreme cold and nothing to worry about, and this really is the mad experience that beckons one to Harbin.

My second time here and it's lost none of the charm.

But of course it’s all made out of snow

Winter lights

The thing about sunsets is that I love them when they're incidental.

Doing touristy things with tourists

Life imitating art

This ain't a painting..these jellyfish are in fact as real as my love for you my darling, albeit a lot less grosser than my absolutely disgusting thoughts that have a habit of branching into the deliciously insane.

Kisses

Sunset today..

No no

Double phew!!
Today, uh, today shouldn't repeat itself.
And I've to be at the airport at 4:30 am tomorrow morning.
Yikes, and like a thoughtful, well scheduled person that I am, I'm unwinding after this nonstop day with a tall glass of achingly cold beer.
If I don't wake up on time then know this it's only because I was much too busy today.

What work could one possible have one would well ask?

Terraforming the guest room to suit needs of a human being other than a boring ghost being among one of them, cooking up things, sprucing my house and blowing it into another dimension with fairy lights.
This might seem like light work but if it were then why did I only just get free now towards the end of the day?

The only thing my wrecked body could muster in terms of dinner was a bit of pasta which I ate with the enthusiasm of a wolf making game of a baby rabbit.

Ah, tomorrow is going to be odd.

Soon.

Ps. People don't let me type without asking 'what are you doing? Are you writing?
Etc etc

Nights aloud

What is this night?
Uncaring, pragmatic
dark sullen despair
When I need your kiss
A touch a throb
the heat of your unwavering stare
a love pluck hurt
disheveled shirt
window of your soul
when you ignite into pieces
of thousand lustful teases
I remember your peeping mole.

Life, come to me

So here's the thing.
I'm half dead, or almost completely perhaps.

But here's the thing.
I've finished a good many chapters of my story not till the end but still, so here's what I'm going to do.
Instead of posting them every day, I will post them say, twice a week. That way I won't kill myself and the flow won't break either.

I think that's a good option to stay afloat.

Phew!
My everything hurts today.

Bake house

One chocolate, two cinnamon

Twisted cinnamon rolls

Dreamentia

What do I say about dreams that forget their place in life and begin verging on reality?
What business have they being so authentic in their colour schemes, facial representation, background noises, voice overs and situations?
I was upset and hurt that my tooth had loosened from its socket and I could push it forward with my tongue.
I was aware that this usually happens in dreams but then my family members were present in it too.
This couldn't surely have been a dream.

Oh! is it for real? Am I losing a tooth?
It had begun easing out but I'd need to see a dentist.
But it should be a dream. But it wasn't!!!
No!! My tooth.

My entire family was present, I was embarrassed at losing a tooth and had no idea why it was happening.
I'll have to see a dentist I knew, but I was so hurt and sad that it woke me up, an a trembling tongue slowly gliding all over my dentures informed me that all was well!!
Goddamn dream!
Go to hell.

Religious readings

Fast fast

If I typed any faster there'd be smoke billowing out of my keyboard.
The constraints of time have pushed me to finish the story not in a span of few days but overnight, and today I've written two more parts, and hopefully two more again tomorrow and perhaps that way I can end this craziness.
I mean what have I got myself into?

I've work tomorrow, dear heavens I've work tomorrow and if I can finish everything in time, it'd be a miracle.

Brrr

My hands and feet have remained achingly cold all day and I've a good mind to wrap my mattress around me.

plans

Traveling is a bit like a math equation. One HAS to follow a formula, or else there'll only be mistakes compounded by a loss of valuable time and money.
You decide, you make bookings and you leave, thus ensuring a seamless travel, without the hassles of deciding what to do on spot, looking at phones to search locations and making poor decisions.

No matter how spur of the moment, a travel plan is most important.
It's fun to travel directionless when there's no urgency to reach someplace, but even then you need a plan or something like it.
Imagine boarding a bus and getting off some random place in the middle of the night, hungry and with no place to stay.

Efficient travelling as tedious as it might sound is, in fact, vital in ensuring that the travels are less of travails, and though planning takes away from the romanticism attached to getting lost someplace, it considerably prevents one from getting truly lost.

So yes, travel plans are sadly important and do tell, where doth you travel?

Problemantics

I never thought I'd do this but here I am, making a timetable for my tasks that need be done in the next few days, or else I might drive myself into seasonal stress, something I don't much look forward to.
Considering it's Thursday tomorrow and I've only time till Saturday to get done with some essentials because after that I'll be fairly busy, I'm just trying to figure out how exactly should I go about this whole thing, and I've a story to finish on top of all that.
I wish I could say that writing takes hardly anytime but it consumes a solid four hours to write the thousand words that I feel are almost seamless, at least I hope so.
Now I've to factor in that time along with the other activities and might be I'll have to cancel on a plan for tomorrow that involves a luncheon and gossips, just to be able to get done with everything.
Oh dear, this isn't going as well.
Maybe a divine enlightenment or perhaps an epiphany..either might do.

Nights zones

Nighttime and the air freezes into crystalline drops that crinkle under my breath.
An invisible crunch of icy depth
fitting into a cotton coffin, moulding it around my limbs to fit in snug, while I await my nightly death.

Question marks

What reason have I to watch Mukbangs at odd hours when I'm most susceptible to hunger and bad choices?
The wonders of self affliction delicious discomfort.

µµ

And then I'm drowning in a trail of words, left like breadcrumbs, to follow into gallows most beloved, steadily dissociating head from the heart.

Peeling

The final stages of candied citrus peel making; the actual candying process.
Here they are boiling in sugar.

Agenda

Things on my agenda:

Make candied citrus peel.
It's not as much difficult as it's fiddly and an important ingredient for fruit cakes and in my case enriched marzipany breads.
The bread part I'll probably start tomorrow, but the candied peels need be prepared today.

Tuesday turbulence

That I'm zipping through my day like a photon on steroids would be mildly putting it because it's only just morning and I'm done with a sackful of chores.

Something about this weather that makes me yearn for heat not only in terms of physical warmth but even in foods that impart sweaty brows and deep pungency.

I don't know what reasons but maybe the unbearable cold subdues and diffuses most flavours and you want that savory stimulation that makes you want to squeeze in your cheeks and open your mouth to draw in air.

Case in point my homemade, five minute pickle that has only a few ingredients, which is meant to be eaten from the moments it's prepared and it's usually prepared in small quantities because it isn't meant to last more than a few weeks.
It's odd, that these cravings for this particular zesty pickle only happen in this particular weather, and it's a dining staple in my parents house as well.
My mom always made some, in different varieties too, and perhaps I've picked that up from her.

Whatever it is, this pickle is uplifting with a fiery sharpness that not only comes from the chilies and ginger but also from crushed mustard seeds and turmeric, accompanied by a sour tang, courtesy apple cider vinegar and lemon juice.

Ideal for dolloping over rice, breads, paranthas especially and enjoying the spicy (not furiously hot) sensation it imparts.

Hear hear

What can I say about today except that it was quintessentially Monday, as dastardly a day that ever had the chance to draw its fangs upon my hapless person and leech out of me, every ounce of activity that could be crammed in a day.
That my day was choke full of being busy without a moments rest would be an almost accurate way of putting things, though highly lacking in perspective, because it drained out my manna, most indescribably so..yet I sit fresh faced and dewy eyed, not because I want to sleep but because I'm scared of looking over at my shoulder and finding some work that I've left pending and then rush to finish it.

Top it with the need and urgency to finish my story before weekend, that made me want to compartmentalize my every chore, making a sort of mind stack of things that have to done and are done.

This is a stressful time for me, not least because I've guests arriving in less than a week but because I've a good many things that need be done in time.
There's a fair amount of cooking involved as well.
I've to cook up Christmas gifts, something I do every year, that I'll do this year as well and it needs time management, but clubbed with it are other sweets and savories that have to be prepared before the arrival of some beloved family members and time is of the essence.

Ah, what? Yes..things I've to do tomorrow are most interesting.
Candied peels are on the agenda.

Something about this weather and this time of the year that makes me want fresh pickles.
No, not the traditional kinds, but the fresh citric kinds that are prepared at a moments notice with a few ingredients and last only a few weeks on the table, because they are seriously that tempting and made in small quantities.
Perhaps I'll make something tomorrow..

More updates soon..

Hearts

Ice ice darling

Huh! Oh dear, oh no!
To wake up inside of an iceberg and work first thing in the morning is where my brains in cahoots with my body refused to as much as get out of bed and rebel against any duties I might have assigned myself.
This just won't do it said, and here I am, waking almost two hours after and feeling well rested.

Gimme food!

Now I ask you what's the point of going out drinking, getting drunk and not having dinner later?
Odd part being I was the only one interested in eating something larger than mere snacks that were not the kind of pub foods I like indulging in, but in case of democracy take shelter and run, or stick with majority; such wise words, both of which I don't believe.

there were wedges, nachos, Mediterranean platter, onion rings, and alcohol..lots of it and this business carried on until wee hours of night, to the point I anxiously looked at people around wondering when will food be ordered.
I had my eyes on a rather delicious looking seafood pasta and when finally I brought the big question of what is a everyone ordering? I was looked upon as an unwanted leper.
Huh? Are you hungry? I was asked.
Well d-uh. We've not had dinner, except these large snacks and designer craft beer and of course I'm hungry.
But, but we've had so much to eat they said unanimously.
Yeah but it's not food proper I'd answered surprised, but they'd raised their eyebrows in a series of question marks..and uh.

Then tumbled out sympathetic apologies and words like you can order food if you like etc etc, but clearly no one else was even remotely interested in eating, and so I let it be.
Gah! I hated myself for not ordering food when everyone was munching on snacks. I'd merely assumed that people would be interested in dinner later, but I was wrong.

My stomach wasn't empty, but it wasn't full in a way I'd like it to be. The satisfaction was missing and a little void that had teeth like a leech sat sucking at my soul.

Now I'm awake and ravenous.
So god help me and others around me!

Latecomers

What does 7pm mean?
Not 8pm surely.

People follow IST even while in another country.
Curses to be so punctual.

croak

I have no opinion on crocs except that they're plastic and why would anyone want to wear plastic?

birds

What is it about birds chirping in the most godforsaken weather? It's rained all night, it's raining still and the birds can't seem to take a break.
The music they make is most welcome this torrid cold weather, but I wonder about them. Why do I not hear them as often on a sunny day, as much as I do, on a rainy one?

wonders..

Night blimp

Nighttime and the air is rich with perishing pixels
scrub my skin for residual hate
left mischance perhaps
from that time we were awake
in the last of night
when smiles for smiles and ache for ache
were exchanged in secret tones
abstruse scripts of puzzling Morse
climaxes and salacious moans
nocturnal ramblings in secret codes
that flowed in fluid time

Super soup

I cannot ever come to terms with Ben Affleck as Batman. He can never be the Batman how Batman should be.
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There's never been a proper depiction of Superman in any movie, to this date. I just don't get how the strongest superhero ever gets such dowdy portrayals. His comic versions are far stronger than his boring movie narratives and too human failings. Also, why is there a reason to always have a Lois Lane in his movies? Can we just do a gritty, Superman movie without the love angle? Where only his awesome superpowers that are far superior than any superhero are portrayed in its most unprocessed form.

˜Ω˜

Hear now my darling, that each time I wish to hate you, I end up falling in love a little bit more
every time I wish I could take a hatchet to this thread, I strengthen it like a rope

Lunch

Food pop art

Hulked

Positively imbued with hues of green sensation.
Today I feel a bit of green revolution tingling my senses.

last month

It's always at this time of the year that I stock up on my kitchen essentials and supplies, not least because it's cold and going out to buy small portions of basic necessities at regular intervals is a thought most unwelcoming, but also because 'tis that time of year when indulgences significantly increase and there's a colourful aura of fun festivities, or perhaps this could just be in my head, or a wintery syndrome.

I find myself cooking more, gifting more (foods that I've cooked that is) and eating more.
I've half a mind to bake some delicious, multigrain bread today, anything that speaks sustenance in carb tongue.

post it

All hail the existence of full-length mirrors, and the wonderful job they do, reflecting gorgeousness in all its entirety.

sigh, words fail me. 

Burn burnt sleep

Nighttime and the lights now die
and so I make my bed in which I lie
letting sleep seep in slowly
darkened by fires of storms unholy
lit in darkness thoughts some words I wouldn't say
Ones that belong to you, and you alone, each night, every day.

Kill my lips

Say one thing about skin, say it's a treacherous sheet of epidermal layer.

The amount of creams, lotions, serums, moisturizers, oils, that I apply on my face probably weigh in tonnes and yet, today, as I opened my face wide to bite on a ludicrously inviting red apple, I felt my skin tear, and I'm sure it must've made a sound had it not been camouflaged under the deafening scrunch of my teeth digging into the juicy flesh of said fruit.

I felt like one of those portraits where you see a skull tearing out of molten flesh that's recently been bathed with acid, except there was no acid.
A tiny red scratch like a welt has surfaced on the left side of the lip and it burns.
Gah!! I'm madly pissed.
The weather isn't kind to me, at all.
Sobs

ˆ ¬ø√´ ¥ø¨

Something about Tuesday that makes you want to shop for a guillotine..some days you wake up and some days you wake the fuck up.

trash talk morning noon

To open your eyes like a night creature, moulting out of a sarcophagus, slithering into the shivering world to slowly walk on an icy pavement, feezing every step of the way in the dark of the morning, while the sun stays undecided to make a statement.

Towards the horizon must you wait? facing the sky, on the sly, hoping a burn would taint your skin, spark a flame in a dying ember, smouldering under a frosted gaze.

My morning that begins with a whisper, continues in a whimper, caressed by a whisker..one that is today, that will be tomorrow and after that, but they look conjoined, labyrinthine, this daily maze.

Night ting ting

And so I pluck at stars
stud them to my chest
hoping they'd warm me
while I curl up in my nest

Sting

There's an absolutely electrifying ad for an energy drink called 'sting' bombarding every channel, and I must confess to finding that advertisement enormously funny for some reason..now I wonder how that drink actually is.
It's a brilliant cherry red, at least looks like and I'm positively intrigued.

Have you tried it?
If you get a chance to review it, then please do. :)

That’s when I think of you

What I'd like to eat is an entire 100g bar of malevolently dark, richly smooth, bitter chocolate..what, however, I'm going to eat is one teeny square of the said chocolate; letting it slowly melt into an ooze of cocoa decadence as I nibble on it, little by little, feeling the luxuriously molten chocolate gush into a thickly delicious vanilla hinted lake of post dinner indulgence.

Furry day stacked high

Say one thing about today, say it got madly hectic.
What with a bundle of chores and work thrown at my person from a slingshot called life I found myself getting drawn and quartered with a multitude of things happening around me, which seemed inescapable to say the least.
Top it all with impossible deadlines I've assigned myself, adding just that touch of masochism one looks for in a good tragedy..not that I'm tragic, just that I seem to be caught in a whirlwind of overwhelming moments that were bent on overwhelming each other adding to the distress.
Something of a overwhelmception.

Ah, add to that a small trophy of little scratches I seem to have amassed after giving my cat a sort of a bath, most crucial, looking at his recreational endeavours of rolling about in the mud before leaping on my lap and duvet.
To say that he was displeased would be like saying the water is wet, because he was mighty discontent at having come in contact with warm H2O which I didn't even soak him in, but I did get a glimpse of the kind of terror members of the cat family are known to inflict on hapless Homo sapiens.
Not only did kitty got claws, but his purr was an almost roar but I dotingly persevered and cleaned him as best as I could.
His fur is that much shinier, looking like a puffed up fatty he sits next to the heater gleaming, if a bit sulky.

Noneday moping

This morning is the strangest thing
in its odd ways to greet
I wake up to embrace it
and it lies dying at my feet

Releasing a dream
in puffs of Monday mist
I jump to cajole it
each day on repeat

Oh dear

Blue skies
Overflowing buildings

Phew

Did I not just spend half my day making a timeline for a story in progress.
I mean what gives?
But on a side note, do update as and when you read..I'd love to hear some

boo

Today I feel like drawing tits.
But I have to write.
Maybe I can write about tits.
but that's another story
on another blog 

oh this oh that

That I have icicles instead of fingers which need thawing just so I can type like a homo sapien that I am instead of mangling keys on the board like a neanderthal is the reason why I've turned on the air conditioner, finally! 

That time of the day when you need to pierce your ears with long melodic riffs and deep resonant voices that have a touch of space metal with all the virtues of retro bass.

Work, yes! plenty of it.

For some reason I felt a bit of gluttony take over my senses like an overcast cloud bursting over a dead desert, similarly did I attack a plate of leftovers with all the hunger of a starving tapeworm and the spectacle that ensued should never be witnessed by my loved ones, for I probably turned into the missing link between cavemen and present apartment dwellers, so maniacally did I ravage my food that the only way to have dessert now is tearing open someone's jugular and drinking straight from it. 

Not that I will, but then again, I might..at least I might have had it been you, my darling. 

Glug glib gunk love

Funny this, that my day begins at a lightening speed so early in the morning and stalls after 9:00am.
I just kind of sit, listening to music, sipping on water and doing a lot of nothing..could be because I get done with chores a lot earlier than I used to and that is if anything a boon to any day.
Finding yourself amidst chores in the later part of morning pushes the entire daily schedule making everything late, but now that everything is early I sit with a couple hours at hand, wanting to do nothing, save some workout, and silently pacing the house, musing and brooding.

I've an aversion to looking at screens in the morning, in fact anytime before perhaps 10:00am, except for maybe my phone, which I sometimes use to write and post here, but other than that my iPad stays lost, my laptop stays shut and maybe this is me being a dinosaur in the age of digital enslavement, but that's how the raptor rumbles.

In a short while after a but of munch I shall be tethered to my laptop, but that's only because my other notes are left written on quicksand and on sandy shores of beached waves..they're hardly readable.

Hearts.

Full face

I'm an anathema to all that is sans fards , today

Caked

I ate two pieces of cake with a small espresso and now I feel guilty..not least because I ate cake but because the cake in question is madly rich, and only one piece would have sufficed, but something about the airy mousse that wanted me to embalm my insides with its deep rum drenched flavours made me so a bit of greedy jive and cut two generous portions.
Now I feel like eating something spicy, but no..I've to hold on. There's a seven course dinner plan tonight and I can't be too full.

Uh. Why do I feel like eating noodles?

Zits

That break outs and pimples will only ever happen when you've a big night out, right on the tip of your nose like a bulls eye.

Pimples or break outs as these usually are called are a rare occurrence on my skin, happening perhaps twice a year, during certain times or just randomly but never often, and for that I'm glad, but why did it just pop up on my nose, like a bright red beaming bump today?

Ugh.
Face mask, where you at?

birth a day

What have I decided for today?
That I'm going to exactly nothing. Nothing that I'd ordinarily do.
Which means I've not had a conventional breakfast, except a couple fruits and a cup of tea.
I've not bathed, because it's sunny today and the warmth is fleeting so I've applied coconut oil all over and sit in the balcony soaking a bit of vit D. Yes it's freezing but there's sun, and sunshine on my spine is a wonderful feeling.
I've no plans for today except a bit of evening repast, other than that there's nothing I'm willing to do.
Perhaps I won't even sit in front of my screen and type out today's story.
It could be argued that I just went through a Spartan weekend and what I do today could be a visual photostat, but it's not true and ye know it.
I've done no chores, cooked no breakfast, packed no lunch, in fact didn't even wake up at my usual early morning time, neither did I go for a bike ride or do any workout. So yes, today is an anomaly, but I intend to go through today with an empty head and a full heart.
There's a deliciously luxurious chocolate mousse cake in the fridge, lighter than air, malevolently bitter, with just the kind of sinful depth that I like to drown in without the aid of an anchor of which half I ate last night and the rest I intend to lunch on.
Why? Because why not?
Too much of a good thing is wonderful, and today everything is going to be exceedingly me.

Thanks my darling

effervescent froth of a kiss that lightly touched my face, like a soft whisper of a fleeting blink in way of a traveling wish, landing silently upon my eyes, feathery caress of a lovelorn sigh, that sets aglow all that is within me..tearing into a smile that only you can see.

Draaama dinner

Yikes!
I didn't realise it's past seven and I haven't cooked dinner. How is that possible?
So lost was I in writing that for the longest time I thought that time is in stasis and that clock must not have budged beyond five, and how wrong was I?
Yikes on the double.
I should have had dinner by now.
Oh come on.

I'm slowly coming to the conclusion that dinner should be cooked during day so you don't have to fiddle about with food in evenings.
And this this is precisely what going to do from now on.
All that time in the morning I have leftover to muse for myself, when I can just prepare dinner and slit my veins.

Cafe coff

I know this looks totally gunge and ancient and only because it's from 1993, but this single serving one cup moka pot is an original Bialetti and an absolute delight and I couldn't use this vintage bit of caffeine love for the longest time because I couldn't find a stove top mesh to keep this tiny bottomed lovely senora, but the tides have turned and I finally got an aluminium rim, and so, here I am, making this lovely teeny cup concoction to dunk and dive.

Drunk duds

The thing about drinking just the right amounts is that you sleep in a flash and wake up recovered, refreshed if a little thirsty.
I'm guilty of squeezing a wedge of lemon in my Hoegaarden and chasing it with a small shot of bourbon in a span of over three hours and that my lord is all I did.

I do not mind drinking as long as it's not excessive and I don't wake up hungover, and yes, if my reverie isn't sprinkled with dehydrated bits of waking sleepless tatters.

A bit here, a little there is all fine by me.

Two’s one

I think the one thing I'm really scared of in my head is being quarantined. Dear good, never let that happen.

On side note I might be a bit drunk right now, and I might have ordered pizza.

Dread

Who me?
Oh just binge watching Penny Dreadful..because Victorian age, blood, literature, blood, vampires, Frankenstein, Dorian grey, everything in public domain, EVA GREEN, corsets, metaphors, blood.

So I went to an Izakaya today

Selfish

Channelling my inner reds in the blues

love blush doll

A hundred felicitations on the thousands of words, for what are you if not the chaotic architect of abyssal hieroglyphics, siring a bottomless macrocosm of organic manuscripts that find a way to etch on the insides of my marrow, imprinting cosmic scripts of longhand lust. 

Tea tops

Apart from days that I go on a voluntary caffeine purge, I need some tea in my system each morning after a small meal which I had to forego today, seeing how I had to leave early and whatnot.. but five hours later when I came back home, tea was the first thing I concocted for myself, and feeling it drain down my gullet was something akin to vampires feeding on blood. I think I understand their need now.
I almost surprised myself on realizing how deeply I felt one with that brewed manna.
Ah, maybe I should indulge a little more and make another cup. It's Friday after all. 

bike, Friday reich

They say (I don't know who does) that whatever you do on the first day of the beginning of the month, you inadvertently carry on with that ritualistic exercise for the rest of the month, and if I go by that accord then December will be spent bicycling through the city.

Instead of walking I decided to cycle to the bank and filled with the exuberance of having gone through said bank work with unequalled efficiency, decided to do the rest of work lined up for the day on a bicycle as well.
One of those random city rides if you please, where I almost travelled from one end to another on a bicycle, not the everyday mundane cycle, but my multi-gear Giant On Road which I love and adore like a heartbeat.
One of those rare days when I actually gear up with helmet and whatnot, but it's worth it.
The crispy frozen chill that begins by cutting across your face in needle-like rasping jagged edged saw turns into a cooling balm when you begin sweating and after five hours of bike ride speckled with assorted work I got back home feeling rejuvenated and destroyed at the same time.

It was the first bout of exercise in almost two weeks and the wonders it does in reanimating your system to a piece of malleable flesh of galvanized machinery is something of an experience only exercise can tell.

Flip side being I got done with work that wouldn't have ordinarily taken up more than two hours into a five-hour long mission, but I don't look at it as time wasted.

But yikes, I came back home to an already occupied abode, because people were here before me and I just know it will be another Friday repeating itself, in that I won't be able to get done with work I'm supposed to do today, viz., updating my story, because that expects me to sit and seat and get lost in words for as long as I want, an impossibility when I'm not alone.

Not to mention a steady message bombardment of plans for tonight.
I plan to do some work, but then again..sigh