"on a clear day..."

...you don't necessarily see forever.

But at least the skies have cleared and it's breezy with just that right touch of sunshine and it feels refreshing for a change.

Now if only the Load and Rush aren't there as a spoiler wet blanket cos everytime I dare venture out for a bit of sun, those bloody phantoms hover about, Dementor-like, humming ominously about unwritten papers and savage deadlines.

Saturdays are not the same anymore. And some things hang like Coleridge's pesky albatross around the neck.

So one gripes and grumbles to vent some spleen. Most times you are caught between the devil and deep blue sea.

Most times you never get what you desire so you just make do. Up to a point, it sucks. Never fails to make me wonder how the rest of the girls sustained for sooo long. Must be a sign of age.

Whatever. Am so longing forward to writing that piece on Monday after work. Just wish I had Sarah's luck.

Yup, I have begun ruffling through the papers.