I'm still alive. I haven't been here much recently. I need to get back at it.
So I'm heading to an extremely lavish getaway this weekend. Its not like me to take off for the weekend to a place close to home, with nothing exciting planned. I'm just going to lounge by the pool, may be read a bit and spend an hour or two at the spa. When did I become so spoilt and unadventurous? Gone are the days when I would take 2 days off to go flying or mountain climbing or road tripping. Now I'm just a young, well-paid (knock on wood!), fabulous brat. Heck, who cares?! In a few weeks, I'll be back to normal. I'll commit a faux-pas at work, again start worrying about how I'll sustain myself if I lose this job, and get into bachat mode again.