Progress Report

Okay, Ninety-Seven dawns, amidst a harsh winter storm; I think the worst this winter... and hopefully, its last. I've been really really busy with all my classes... I'm hardly paying attention to anything else (which is both good and bad at the same time). So, as a result, I'm battling with lab work and a now not-so-terrible fever-cum-'flu that's been at my throat since the time I got back from India, what, three weeks ago now...? And, sorry, Ananymous and Fiesties, but no time so far to call or write. Methinks, with the course schedule, I bit off a 'byte' more than I could chew. Well, I'm enjoying the tension-filled existence, so that's good. The bad (read, silly) part is what happened this morning, i.e., me having a panic attack over not being able to go to school due to the weather. Well, I called up everyone and made my excuses. Sent off emails with assignment answers to the professor for today's class. And then, walked all around the room all day moping about not being able to go to school and missing work and missing class and all that, till Fi, in exasperation, suggested I take Recofast as a tranquillizer. Then, just about half an hour ago, I connected back online to check mail and found, in my inbox, the official notice saying class for this evening has been cancelled. Whoosh!! Wish I'd known earlier, I could've enjoyed my day better.

Anyhow, so now I'm happy enough to write the 97th. One small step for me. With the frequency at which I'm blogging these days, thank goodness this isn't cricket and we aren't counting runs here.

P.S. It's got to be Fi's influence that cricket's figuring on my blog now. I never thought I'd reach a phase when I could think up a cricket analogy pat like that!