I went for my usual morning run today. Usually, I am a bit tired after the run. For some reason, today was different. During the run, I felt a bout of irrational exuberance come upon me and ran sub-10-minute miles for the first time in a long time. More importantly, after the run, I felt less tired and more energized. What gives?
I think I will go back to sleep and wait for this feeling to wear off!
I had just stepped onto the balcony with my book in hand and Jay Jay in tow when I looked up and saw that. What kind of a new-fangled mail van is that? It immediately reminded me of the “people mover” shuttles at Washington Dulles Airport that ran both ways.
A second later, I realized what was happening.
Got to know the new staff member in Chiringa – Darren. While he was having dinner, I got to know more about him. Amazing life history. The difficulties he had to overcome and yet not get strayed into wrong choices is beyond impressive. Hopefully, I will get to know him even more in the days to come.
Sharmila, Jay Jay, and I were strolling through the Farmers Market in Alpharetta yesterday when a gentleman materialized out of nowhere and handed me a piece of paper — designed to look like a currency bill — and asked:
“I have a fake million dollars for you, for a real million-dollar question.”
That caught me off guard. But I thought, why not play along?
“What’s your million-dollar question?” I asked, neatly folding the bill and tucking it into my shirt pocket with the gravity of a man finishing up a financial transaction.
“Do you think you will go to Heaven?”
Ah. Religious angle. Classic Farmers Market ambush.
Unfazed, I said, “No.”
He was clearly prepared for this. “Do you want to go to Heaven?”
I did the math quickly. Say “Yes,” and he pounces on exactly what I need to do to get there. Lengthy conversation. Cold samosas.
So I smiled and said, “No.”
This one he wasn’t ready for.
“No??? …Why not???” he stammered.
Honestly, I wasn’t ready for it either. But I made the best of it.
“All my friends are in the other place.”
Even he couldn’t stop laughing. Which gave me the exact cover I needed to laugh along, politely excuse myself, and rejoin Sharmila — million dollars richer, and with my eternal destination firmly sorted out.
