So, for the past few days, for whatever good reason, a miracle has been happening viz. I don't feel too hungry and hence haven't been putting away too much food. Such "Acts of God" happen only once in a green moon and I have been thrilled - ha, a new, slimmer me - yipppeee! Yesterday I found out that I am getting slimmer alright. In my fingers. Yes, the only thing which has gotten looser is the ring on my right ring-finger. With so many potential spots from which body fat can melt away, I lose fat from my fingers. Sheeesh!
***********Yesterday, after I got home, I wanted to clear up the unwashed dishes in my sink. I turned on the tap and waited for the hot water. And waited. And Waited. Cold water continued to gush over my fingers and no sign of hot water. God, what happened? I quickly ran to test the other faucets in the house. At the end of all my tests, the only thing which happened was that my fingers were frozen to the marrow. As I sat in front of the heater, thawing my fingers out, it struck me that I was stuck with cold water in winter. A call to the apt office confirmed that the boiler was broken and wouldn't be fixed until the next day noon. So yours truly had a semi-shower in ice cold water this morning. Lazy me had of course chosen potentially contracting pneumonia over losing sleep and going elsewhere for a shower. But you know what, ice cold water has a way of waking you up completely! Nevertheless I hope they fix the boiler soon. Else I am planning to heat batches of water in the microwave and use it. Even if takes all morning tomorrow.
***********I can crib quite a lot about work and whenever I get the chance, I keep voicing my support for potential laws (if any) of bringing about four-day work weeks. But from time to time, it's brought back to me all over again that my work defines a lot of what and how I feel. This week has been hectic but productive at work - and hey presto, I feel rejuvenated. So, no matter what I say, turns out I am most at peace with myself when I have had a "good" day both at work and outside of it. I know it but still, I persist with my hopes of winning the lottery someday so that I never have to work again. But you know what, even if I do win the jackpot, somehow I suspect that I will still be voluntarily working.