move

After days I am sliding open my bedroom window confidently. As I lie back in bed, craddling my laptop on my raised knees, I watch the clearing sky and bright clothes hung out to dry on a far off balcony. The weather is holding today, not much rain, a little drizzle now and then. The wind is still strong. My tall and proud plants seem permanently bent. Too much cross ventilation on the the 8th floor.

And what am I doing sitting at home, away from office and work? There had been too much of news watching these last few days and like obedient citizens we followed warnings to sit home today. Hubby probably didn't find it an appealing idea to go looking for me again if it got flooded and convinced me that no work is so important.

It's my last week at work and I am missing it all. The envious sighs of people, the sense of non committment, the feeling of being there yet not being too responsible, and the soaking in of all that I loved and hated at the place. 3 more days to go. After being a part of the furniture for the last 3 years, most people knew where to locate me. For those used to my office id, I am putting up an alternative id here.

It's time for that break...