It’s been a hectic past two weeks. I have been a prisoner of duty and a casualty of a war that has not yet been decided.
Not much choice but to march on, of course.
I must not forget how grateful I am for this diary-cum-blog for the brief respite.
A constant ballast, no matter how haphazard, to remind me of my priorities.
Oh, how I yearn for the day that I’ll be able to rest my feet while reading a book on an easy chair.
Without pressure to finish the pages even though I have already set the remaining year’s reading curriculum.
For while future victories beckon, memory is my unfinished battlefield.