Never Rest from Travel

She tells me we could potentially have the most awful chemistry together. Secretly, I hope she means awesome. She tells me she is a tough cookie. I say, what the heck... more fun in the chewing out! I can "by the way" call her "if (I) want". I want.

I'm glad she wants to show me the fall colors. It's been a while since I've seen any color at all. She has confidence in confidence alone, and I, confidently, know that's her favorite song. My favorite, of course, is hard to pick out: have heard only her on MP3 for almost all the 11 hours from Munich. Love them all. Robibabu, I hereby forgive you for Aud Lang Syne.

Love the photographs: subjects, composition, colors and the stories they tell. Love my wallpaper too. Different reason.

Could Shakespeare, Tennyson, Wordsworth, Crabbe, Arnold, DeRozio... have known they would so unwittingly conspire together? The Rays, Shukumar and Satyajit, I am grateful to you both. Shorodindu, bless thy heart - even if some of thy blessed 'creations' are but twice blest! You are a league of extraordinary gentlemen! I salute you all.

Chocolate is soul food. What am I doing... aiming for an amphetamine overdose? This is scary. In a delicious sort of way.

I wonder what the SWOT analysis of the entire situation is? What would Porter have thought of the competitive landscape? One will just have to wait and see, won't one? Meanwhile, may I too, never rest from travel and drink Life to the lees.

Raingirl, I hope it continues to pour! Yet, can't wait till when it will finally be a starry, starry night in California.

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