I am trying to move my cubicle and my boss’s office from the 5th floor to the 10th. Our Facilities Dept. hasn’t been very helpful because they are swamped and I am on my own until they can give me a hand. So in the meantime, I’m trying to do it bit by bit on my own with the help of a trolley.
Last night was not a good evening for me. I slept and woke up with a heavy heart. Sometimes lines just get crossed and you feel like wanting to say a hundred and one things, but then you know that no matter how you say it, it will come out wrong or will be received wrongly. That’s the dilemma.
So I just hugged my baby close and nursed him to sleep, and when he finally broke away deep in slumber, I buried my face in the cavity of his neck and breathed his essence in to comfort my weary heart. It did not help that it was the time of the month and my sinews were aching. I just wanted to sleep and drift away.
This morning I went about my routine as always — I dragged myself out of the house. On the bus and the subway I tried to keep myself preoccupied with the book I was reading. Queen Noor’s narration of her life in Jordan had me captivated and distracted me for the better part of an hour, but here I am again, lost in space.