I think I need to change the title of this blog to “Cake & Cows… & Insomnia.” It doesn’t quite have that same ring to it. But alas!
The thing is: I can’t say “No” to cake, especially when it was made by a trained baker, who also happens to be a friend, and is freely offered.
When Mr. Rafia handed a plate to me last night, which would have been more than enough if I were a normal woman or human being for that matter, I was like, “No, no. I want the big one, big one” a la Merry and Pippin.
Well, I got the big one.
And I suspect there was coffee in it. I don’t bake, but I have spent enough time Googling cake to know that many chocolate cake recipes call for coffee to intensify the chocolate flavours.
Was it worth it? At this time, I do not believe I have the brain capacity to decide whether my love for cake is greater than my need for sleep. I guess I will have to answer this question after today’s very long, but also hopefully very exciting, day at work.
Do you sometimes think that when things coming crashing at you all at once, it’s a sign?
I’m a huge believer in signs. I’m not sure if it’s the Indian in me, but I remarked yesterday that a colleague’s wearing of purple was an auspicious sign. I really said, “auspicious;” and in that moment felt I had turned into a combination of Reema Lagoo, Farida Jalal, and Jaya Bachchan (i.e. famous Bollywood “aunty” actresses, a designation which I have qualms with, but now is not the time). I find it hilarious that when I think of an Indian aunty, I don’t think of my mom. God, I love my mom! She’s so unassuming, but also so refreshingly surprising in many ways (also awesome, but I think most moms are by virtue of just being moms). My parents buck all those gendered stereotypes about Indian parents. I highlight gendered, because I recall a vivid example from 10th grade when I told my dad I got a 98 on my chemistry test and his response was: “Who got the highest?” Oh dad. I was NEVER going to be an MD, sorry.
Where was I?
So yeah, back to my insomnia. When I stop exercising for a few days, my sleep suffers. When, I eat delicious food that I did not prepare, my sleep suffers. But also, when I am excited and feel like I have a mission that I must attend to, my sleep too suffers. It’s been a combination of all that, and well, you know, being a womanz.
So that’s all. I wrote a meandering post to simply convey that I am excited. Nothing formalized yet, but the wheels have begun to turn. And like I told another colleague the other day, “I like starting things.” Dare I say it, I’m actually quite good at that. The true test is steaming ahead when James is taking his sweet time goofing off on the turntable (This is a Thomas the TANK ENGINE – not “The Train” – reference. Not that that incident actually happened… but yeah, metaphors are only as good as they are comprehensible).
Happy early Jumuah!