Getting back to normal...

As if I could ever be normal... *sigh* ...or ever tried very hard for that matter. But recent events have been sufficiently traumatic that I'm just getting back into the swing of things again. 

For starters, my father fell ill and passed away on Christmas Eve. After all the fuss of a Chinese funeral died down yesterday, I can now say that I'm trying to get my schedule going regularly again. 

In the mean time, I'll be going into mourning for a year, which is actually two years less than the prescribed period by tradition. Not that many Chinese bother about things like that any more. But being me, I like to do things that aren't generally approved by everyone.

Suspiciously too good...

Okay, so I'm naturally pessimistic and suspicious but I can't help feeling that things have been coasting along just a little too smoothly recently. I've got the electricity fixed at my new place, my water heater is up (YAY! Hot baths soon!) and I'm just waiting to get the shelves, partitions and curtains up before I start moving my stuff into the place. I've had a few revelations about how I should be playing better (I am going to channel Chris Evert on my forehands), my serve is getting more consistent and I'm getting the hang of my new racquet which is a whole ounce heavier than my old ones plus the head is much, much lighter. I was mistiming my groundstrokes very badly before. I put on a bit of weight after taking off two pounds but managed to get rid of one, so for me, that's about as good as it can get. And now I'm waiting for things to fall apart on me. They always do.