The prospect of unpredictable rain has me chasing patches of sunlight more often than before. I like the over-warm feeling of sitting in sunshine, rotating once in a while like a rotisserie chicken that has learnt how to read a book. I’ve been getting up 15 minutes earlier than usual in the morning— over and above the 30 minutes I already dedicate to working out — to make time for this. When I wake up to the sun throwing patterns on my ceiling, I feel extra grateful for this wonderfully open and light-filled room I spend most of my time in, especially on Sundays when I get more time to lie in and watch the patterns flicker. I think since the pandemic started, the weather has been affecting my mood a lot more. I spent months in dreary English weather with good cheer, but now three continuous days of rain throws me off balance. I’ve been working on disentangling my mood from the weather — it won’t do during the monsoon. Until then, I will continue to chase the sun.

Netflix recently released the trailer for The Sandman which is a giant signal from the universe that I should read the graphic novel versions I have on my bookshelf. I basically worship the ground Neil Gaiman walks on, so I owe this to him, I feel. I’ve been watching Spy x Family which is 30 minutes per week well-spent. It’s delightful, and it’s been a refreshing change of pace to wait for episodes to release each week instead of binge-watching them until my eyes roll backwards in their sockets.

I started reading The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern. I usually like plot-driven novels; but the plot plays a minor character in this one. Yet I find myself being swept up in the poetic rhythm of her words. For someone used to reading a beginning and then an end, throwing chronology out the backdoor and focusing only on the cadence of sentences is a change. Narrative ASMR. I think I like it. Clearly switching up pace is a major theme in this weeknote.

At work, I have been juggling more balls than I can handle. My boss told me I’ve been stretching myself too thin, and I’m feeling it. I re-set up the 40-hour tracker on Asana I had abandoned months ago, so I can better track what is eating into my time and how I can focus on projects rather than tasks. It’s harder to do than before because now my day consists mostly of small requests coming in here and there. But I shall persevere, because my bullet journal isn’t cutting it anymore.

I’ve been eating a lot more recently. Maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s dehydration, maybe it’s Maybelline.

Some photos

The office on a Friday evening.

No filter. Truly.

A new drink that caught my eye — vanilla poached pear hibiscus tea 🤌