Nothing like being hauled into your boss’ office and grilled like shish kebab your first day back on numbers you went on holiday to forget. Alas! Not so lucky. So much for easing back into the grind, more like thrown right back into the pummelling machine.
Few things to me are as rejuvenating as a good read, and good English, which I managed to get in Bali, alternating between David Sedaris and November’s Vanity Fair. Mostly because finally I was doing something different than pouring over dance-related material (diversification- as a wise friend once proclaimed,
Too much <law> makes you stupid,
< > being an interchangeable noun, I personally prefer ‘anything’.) Despite the real results being debatable, good literature makes one feel more intelligent, and consequently, more refreshed.
And then of course, the was the spa. And snoozing in the pavillion. But now, I would really like a day off to READ. Sri Lanka in January here I come. Hangin’ with buffalos and the like. And tea plantations for miles.
