Out of Town

When someone coined the phrase Stick-in-the-mud he most certainly was thinking of me. Stuck to my bed is probably much more appropriate. It takes tonnes of explosive to blast me out of my house. Surprisingly, a couple of sets of friends have set that fire under my seat and I am off till September 2 to a couple of hill stations in quick succession.
My stick-in-the-muddiness also applies to other habits. I have stoutly refused to move beyond desktops. Owing to the extraordinary deftness of my movements, the touch pad/screen and I get along with each other as long as we give each other a wide berth. This, in effect, ensures that I also give a wide berth to laptops, tabs and the like. As for using a smart-phone, it seems to require far more smartness on my part than I am able to deliver - not to mention that my eyes are too sharp to see anything legible on those screens.
All of these is intended to give you the joyous news that I shall not trouble you people with my posts for some time to come. (Alas, it also means that I cannot take joy in reading your posts as well.) Till September 2 then you can take a break. Throw a party, go around with a goofy smile on your face, hug your loved ones or do whatever you are moved to do when you are in the throes of ecstasy.
Happiness in life is short-lived and so, unless a truck mistakes me for a stretch of tar, I shall be back!