Pounding The Keyboard

       Last New Year’s Eve, at the height of revelry and the explosion of firecrackers, scared of all the noises around him and looking for a safe place to hide, our dog, a beagle, who had never ascended our stair to the second floor (except when we'd carry him) all his life (he’s now four years old), finally climbed it and conquered it and went to the second floor. We couldn’t blame him for being scared before because our stair is quite steep and there’s the danger of slipping and falling between steps; he would usually just take a step or two and then retreat. We cheered for him, of course, for he just showed that with determination and belief in yourself (and threats to your safety, lol), you can do anything.      He needed to sniff and search every nook and cranny of our second floor for hours before he calmed down. It took him another day to learn how to descend, and now, he’s an expert in climbing and descending stairs. Our stair, at least. Now...

  January, sick and tired You’ve been hanging on me You make me sad with your eyes You’re telling me lies Don't go, don't go...        It’s January, and as usual, like a lot of people, I don’t feel well: my nose is clogged, I have a cough and slight fever and a headache. Cold weather and allergies really are a terrible combination. Additional major culprit, I think, is the electric fan I need to keep on (which I point at my lower half body) because of the mosquitos. If you want to kill me or at least thoroughly incapacitate me, you just have to direct an electric fan straight to my face all night.      Last year, I was almost sick the whole January, even failing to attend a meeting crucial to my livelihood. Lol. I don’t lack vitamins and supplements, it’s just that my body is inexplicably susceptible to sickness every first month of the year. I don’t know, maybe my guardian angel is always hungover from too much revelry during Christma...