Entirely At Ease

Just before her arrival back at the ranch in the early evening, Noi texted me: I am entering the fate. For a moment I was taken aback by the foreboding tone of the message until I figured out the typo. A lifetime spent marking students' work is occasionally useful in broadening one's understanding of the world and its unexpected nuances.

Indeed, it's fair to say we have enjoyed the opposite of an ominous evening now that normality has been restored in the household. Just got back from a relaxing walk across the road to the supermarket, and about to tuck into the last of the quiche. The only fly in the ointment being that Noi is off on her travels again in the middle of the week as she is going with some sewing chums to Indonesia. No doubt it'll be a fruitful trip and in that sense a good thing, and she is already planning the supplies for my good self, which is another good thing. But whether the loudness of the music I'll be playing over the National Day weekend is compensation for the emptiness of our little home is a moot question.

In the meantime I'm just enjoying the moment. And the quiche.