Its very late. I just got back from work and I'm home alone. Its a nice feeling to not have people looking out for you some times.
Mum and Papa called later. Apparently getting them an aisle and a window on row 53 wasn't such a bad idea-- the only unoccupied seat was, as correctly estimated by the lovely little Megha, between their seats. Its a nicer feeling when your parents secretly thank you for insisting on checking them in, and actually see some usefulness in your otherwise nomad life.
My mind is a little fuzzy right now. I'm not faced with any big choices to make but it feels like I am. Its the same sort of anxiety. And its not because of work- that usually clears it up. I don't know what it is but I'm hoping, tomorrow morning brings some clarity.
In other news, I might end up spending Friday evening in Bombay. I want to be away Friday night, but I need to be back Saturday morning. I think the lovely PM (very lovely I might say) might be able to rescue me. I hope the Saturday meeting doesn't end up being a Saturday morning meeting.
Good night!
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