Well I am back in my own house now. Flight was comfortable and got home Ok. The weather is nice, rain, 12 degrees, so beautiful. It is nice coming to your own place again, sleeping in your own bed, having your own stuff. Not that I did not enjoy my time in Kuwait, I did, but I am sure for those who have their own places and travel then come back to it, it feels nice and cozy.
Rabab submitted my poem to some critics, and it seems I have some talent. Guess my space poetry has some fans. Thanks Rabab. You can check the replies on her site 3asal.blogspot.com.
First day of Ramadan here, which to me is no different than any other day. Ramadan abroad is a different experience, life goes on and Ramadan is only observed on an individual basis. I like it this way, then again I am used to this style of Ramadan for the past 15 years. I like it when life goes on, and nothing stops or changes.
I went today, got my post at the post office, got my hair cut, bought groceries (or my famous expression - ashtree jam3ya-), washed the car at the local Shell station and came home to do my share of cleaning. Smart guy that I am (this is for Gigi and she knows what I mean :P) I had the house clean before I left, so its only a matter of some dusting and washing clothes.
Tonight I will attend a birthday party for a friend who turns 50. It is a surprise party, so hope he likes it.
What else? hmm, going back to work on Monday ($#@#) but at least we have Ramadan hours. I am still on vacation mood, so it will take a while until I would be in work mood, if that ever comes again.
Next post is post 100, I am still thinking of what to write, we shall see.