But better. Lots better. Hacking up huge gobs of phlegm, large amounts of crud coming out of my nose (sorry if this is t.m.i. – after six kids and decades of disability there are few things I flinch from discussing over a meal), and buckets of filthy water running into the passage between my room (the bomb shelter) and the rest of the house. I like the rain, I am grateful for the rain, but this is really a pain. So ugly stuff is running all over the place, leaving things a lot cleaner and clearer, as long as we are ready with enough tissues and buckets to catch it all. *sigh* It’s also really cold.
I think it’s because of being sick, possibly compounded by coming back from Pune, which doesn’t seem to have a winter as I understand it, to find temps here have dropped. In Pune, daytime temps could still reach 30C. Summer temps, here.
Oh, well. At some point either someone will check the buckets outside my door, or I will have to wake The Husband. TH is also sick, but with no where near the ferocity that I got hit. He’s tired, a bit loopy. Not having the crud in his nose, throat and lungs. Sometimes I get angry at the unfairness of it all, but I am generally grateful that there is someone I can count on if I need to call for help.
I didn’t know if I was going to be posting more photos, but I had so much fun there, even if they aren’t great or meaningful to others. I like looking at them and being reminded of Pune.
Looking across the street from the street market:
These are all different views of the same street corner (including the bottom photo)
We went to this bookseller more than once. It’s a permanent outdoor bookstore with books on carts and tables. One of several places we shopped for and bought English language books.
So much to say but no words. I’m almost back to myself enough to think about what I’m writing and why. Meantime I’m working my way through Stephen King’s The Bazaar of Bad Dreams. Not sure about the title, no bad dreams so far, but it’s all short stories and at just shy of halfway all good. Laterz.