Technology can be a bitch sometimes. God never intended for us to be typing on keyboards when he created trees and birds but somehow we managed to come up with the wheel and sarcasm along the way, and we were too intelligent for our own good. Soon micro chips became part of everyday life, and potato chips became part of our unhealthy, diabetes-inducing diets. Our creations have made our lives simpler, our tasks less challenging. We are now able to calculate and compute at blistering speeds, travel between countries in a matter of hours and communicate with anyone across the globe, and yet, we are still miserable. We agonize over lost data, missed flights and that spare tire festering around our abdomens. Surely, we must have brought this on ourselves.
Today I spent time with Naomi going round malls and watching Sherlock Holmes. I have to say, Robert Downey Jr. is odd as the character because he doesn't seem to have the demeanor of the legendary detective created by the late Conan Doyle but at times, I did get reminded of House, which is always a good thing.
And so begins the next few days leading up to Christmas. I spent yesterday (which was 2 minutes ago) with my family having lunch at Orchard Hotel, celebrating my Mom's birthday.
Today was the last day of work for the Penguin people, exhausted after 6 grueling days of dusty books and blue baskets. It was mostly the blue baskets during the short stint so I did not get to enjoy much of the books for the 4 days of the warehouse sale, and in addition, I now have a numb toe, possibly from the continuous walking and delivering of books that killed some nerve endings in my right foot.