Starting my day...

I stood there as the rain started to trickle down, as the dusk was met by the rain clouds slowly embracing the horizon. With a gentle drop falling on my head every second or two, the rain did not threaten to drench me -- well, not just yet. I stood there behind the gates of the small carport of our apartment, jar in hand. It was one of those old ovaltine jars that you use to store juice, milk and other powdered consumables. The iced tea had almost run out so I poured cold water into the jar, stirred it and added a handful of ice cubes. Then I went outside to look at the imminent rain. I seemed curios about it, even though summer showers seemed to come quite frequently the last couple of days.

The jar sat sweating in my hand as I watched the evening sky slowly being swallowed by the darkness of the rain. Every now and then, lightning threatened to rip the sky open. It never did. It just cast an eerie glow behind the clouds as hot and cold collided in the sky, reminiscent of the epic battles of the gods of Greek lore. I watched silently -- drops of rain pelting my body, jar of iced tea jiggling in my hand. It was a peaceful moment for me. Like quiet time. As I communed with nature and confessed my awe, I fell into a tranquil moment. I stood there, the seconds stretching to minutes. It was good. All was good. Everything was good. I needed nothing else but the peace that moment brought me.

Then I heard my sons scream, as he always does these days. I walked back inside and went on with another night in the day of this daysleeper. The night was young. My day was just starting.

Bah, Humbug...

After almost a month of not blogging anything at all, I have finally found it in me to write something. I now know how Charles Dickens felt during that odd time before he wrote one of his greatest works. At the time, he was having financial problems as advances in royalties have been cut drastically. It could not have come at a worse time, as he was having trouble writing anything. So with no advances and no new works, he feared for his family's future. He could not write because he had lost something in him. That something had in the past enabled him to write and weave words into novels and prose. Eventually though, he was able to regain that inspiration within him after going back to his roots. And what a comeback he made. He wrote A Christmas Carol after that slump.

I too had a slump the last few weeks. First I got sick. I got eleven days off from work. My body was a mess during that week and a half. When I was well enough to stand up and walk around, I had nothing to do. The last few days of my recuperation, I was bored stiff but had no inclination to blog, write or surf. I didn't open the computer that much.

When I finally got back to work, I had a lot of catching up to do. I had little time to spare for personal pursuits, let alone find inspiration to blog. Then I started applying for a promotion. I face a panel of interviewers tonight. I'm already a nervous wreck. My wife did help me practice yesterday and hopefully that'll help.

So anything interesting happen to you lately?