so far so good

It has been charmingly quiet and peaceful.

On all fronts. No doubt there have been a few instances of forehead slapping moments. But nothing too upsetting or emotional or angry. The moment was just that. Slap thy forehead. End of episode.

Back to the old drawing board. Re-tweak. And life goes on. On its own quirky peaceful rhythm.

Nothing to complain about. Yet.

I wonder which corner the dust is collecting. Quietly. Unnoticed.

Guilty as charged. I'm a worrywart.

Which is probably why i somehow found it necessary to sit down, dim the lights, plug in the earphones, and look inside a little. Perhaps with a searchlight intent, searching for a pile of dust somewhere. What have I been conveniently ignoring? Nothing in particular stood out.

So consider this a dusting exercise.

For now.