Of Chocolates and Seafoods
I’m eating chocolates, the world’s all right 
EverSun friendship frontiers are seeing the sun once more - especially after being nearly literally picked off the streets.
Fellow career hopefuls are actually enjoying the much-awaited job fulfillment - or are at least seeing signs of that happening.
My family’s safe, healthy (and on its way to mumps recovery), and happy and constantly working to keep each other that way - be it through studying, small, thoughtful gestures and treats, or extra doses of gnaws (thank goodness for rabies shots) and ear scratches.
I’ve been given the honor of being made part of celebrating the first milestone in reaping the fruits of one’s labor (and immigration, corporate housekeeping, etc). And then I realize how much preparation had gone into it, so me, the sucker for dry runs and reservations just melted. And burped (well not literally - I still can’t). Oh wonderful seafood. Among others. (",)
The chocolate’s gone (I even checked the wrapper twice), I still have all the bruises and cuts from weeks’ worth of trudging through the metro, but the world still feels all right. Mostly.
Please let it remain that way even after I wake up. Or get even better.
