This is the craziest period of the year for me in terms of work. This is the time when I disappear from the face of the planet, I don’t see Anthony anymore, ran out of clean clothes and eat chips and chocolates in lieu of a proper meal. What’s worse is that I know this will continue until Christmas. Running on a machine pace makes me crave for some sort of normalcy and stillness in my life. I’m dreaming of:

spending time with my husband doing nothing

a home cooked meal

reading a good book