I have never been to Great Britain, but from what I read, it is almost always cloudy, gloomy and wet. Like Chennai is today. I wonder how more Britons don’t fall off the Big Ben – with just one gloomy day, I am ready to push people off cliffs.
When I was younger, I would love this weather because it would mean lounging around reading story books with a cup of tea and snacks. Now it bothers me because I have to make that tea and snacks if I were to lounge around – and I don’t make good chai. Besides, the stupid guilt would kill me – “do you remember you have two documents to finish today, AND a large deadline coming up? do you?”. The kindle with the Wuthering Heights is mocking me from my bed.
Talking of Wuthering Heights – I read it for the first time when I was in high school, and hated its guts. Three decades later, I am loving it. My brain is weird.
And tired. It always bothers me that although I really love handling documents – editing, writing, whatever – at the end of the working day, my brain feels really tired. Stuff one enjoys does not tire one out, does it? I have only worked four hours today, I agree, on a challenging document, but my head already feels like it has been chopped and sautéd in lard.
Oh well, domestic chores await. Until tomorrow then…