Mood of the hour! MyAnger and pain. Out of control torturous torque hurtling to the edge-of-the-edge of my humanity. I kick, curse, rant. I wish I could cause Pain. Like this Pain that I feel to the end of all eternity. The mind stops, a bullet shatte.

Turning over a new leaf; or, tales of the unexpected. Quick shower, dogs outside as usual. Bandit gives his discreet woof, to tell me he wants to come in. Damply, I let them in next, but only Bandit comes in from the garden, so I go out, wet, barefoot but decent in my towel. In the spirit of misrule, I choose to ignore this.

More than you would ever want to know about me and mine. So Madhugiri came as a surprise. At last, we reached the top of the slope, where the ground leveled out, albeit briefly. From this point on, there was no apparent path onward.