It just dawned on me that I haven't been writing much lately. Oh well, blame it on me being so preoccupied with so many things to do at home, work and other errands. The hang of being in different worlds has become quite a challenge, even in my throat.
And over the past few weeks my body has somewhat gotten used to staying at work during the odd hours and silently, I have found something "glamorous" in it. I guess, its that high when I have delivered well. And such deliverable screams and spells quality.
Its funny that sometime last week, I have been hoping I could stretch 24 hours to say, 25. A local food chain, Goodah screams that. Such cliche - so many things to do yet with so little time. And everyday, I am thankful that I am this busy. That I can retire on a wonderful bed with mixed thoughts in my mind and it does not hurt that I wake up to my husband's face. Bliss!
Tomorrow is just going to be another day.
And some things are bound to be conquered - and I am all up for it.
