What happened to March

March didn't march.

It sprinted with wings on its heels. March was a blink of an eye, and jam-packed to the seams. It was as though I took in a deep breath, and when I let it out, it was April. Chalk it up to circumstances making it necessary to learn all I could about prostate cancer and the various treatments of it, as well as the fine differences between a prostate laparoscopy and a robotic prostatectomy - are you sufficiently impressed? To top it off, the kids were on a two week Easter break that flew by sans actual mini-breaks outside of Singapore. In lieu of time outside the city state, we went and got a beagle puppy named Gameboy, an experience which is not unlike having another infant in the house - although a whole lot smellier. The highlights of March? My father's successful surgery, a three-week visit for the kids from the grandparents and one aunt, a two-day Kundalini yoga workshop with Maya Fiennes, and reading not one but two royally good novels by the historian Alison Weir. In the meantime, Easter has come and gone in a blip. Unfortunately, because all of that took place, I've been two weeks off the running, and have a 15K race to prepare for in mid-may. Help!!

What's more, it took three attempts to even put this post together, despite it starting off on April 2, the date shown here. Today is April 13. Gah....

Wahe guru, wahe guru, wahe guru, wahe jio!