Last night, I was supposed to go and help two friends who were moving into a new flat. And what happens? It was a dark and stormy night, and laziness reigned supreme. “We can move tomorrow”, I propounded. “Let’s go for a movie instead.” – was the response as to what we should do instead of packing and straining our cumulative muscles. And since that was on my mind all along ( I mean, it was Odin’s Day, and I hadn’t seen any movie other than Bruce Almighty ), off we went.

On Sunday night, I got an SMS from another dear friend, which read “just saw 3 deeware. (sic) Kukunoor is god,da.”
I have to say – I agree. Wholeheartedly, at that.

The only flaw with the entire switch-plans-in-favour-of-movie was :-
1) I had to wake up early in the morning. 6:45 AM ( after going to sleep at 2 AM) is so early in my book, it’s freakin’ criminal!
2) Go to their place and help with the packing. OK, so most of the packing was already done, so I had to sleepwalk around the house holding sealing tape and scissors. I hate it when the end of the tape sticks back on the roll and I gotta scratch around to get hold of it.
3) Load aforementioned packed stuff on two lorries.
4) Tag along.
5) Unload aforementioned stuff.
6) Come back home and get ready for the office.

Did I just say only flaw?
To be fair, I wasn’t the only one doing all the work. But I feel like cribbing a bit, so there. :-)
It’s still not lunchtime, and I feel like singing – “It’s been a Hard Day’s Night, I’ve been working like a dog”

I found out that eating a pomegranate with honey is absolutely out of this world.

That was it. My exercise quota for the next six months is over and done with. In the “light exercises” section, I will have to remember not to take the lift, two days every week. That is, only when I am headed downstairs.