A food blogger, two cats and his coffee machine.

Last night I read about a post of mine from 2012 of a momo stall in Carter Road and wished I could write like that again. 

I feel that my writing had lost a bit of its initial diary-like feel over the years. Maybe I had mistakenly begun to feel the need to take myself too seriously. 

Always a slippery path. 

I would like to believe thought that staying home for 17 months had brought a bit of that freshness back into my stories. I had nothing, but what was happening at home, to write about. 

Of late I have been tempted to step out and write about eating out again. 

Then I heard about the third wave, which is either here or about to be here, depending on the political affiliations of your news source. 

I guess it’s going to be all about our cats and breakfasts for some more time. With some leftovers thrown in. No, I am not complaining. I am aware of my privilege before you get all woke on me. Count your blessings as they said in school. Live in the present as they say in Buddhism.