Sometimes I just want to sit for a whole day and read. And nothing else. Just read. Without any disturbances or distractions. But, then I wonder if I really want it? What would that life be…without Rohan poking his head asking me some silly question about some silly thing? Without ringing doorbells, without cats demanding to be pet? Without washing machines sounding the alarm?
So, maybe…it’s all good. I am busy. Like crazy. And Kevin is my jigar. And all is good.