Recuperating...
The day had been a rather very tedious one, that you could imagine how happy I was to see dusk. I hated Thursdays not mainly because of the end of week tiredness, but the double periods of practicals practically sucked life out of me. As I and my group members trotted out of the lab, the excitement that greeted the arrivals into the lab had waned into tired faces and legs, eager to get back to the hostels to refresh and rest before the various night activities on campus would start. I glanced at my wrist watch and winced. I would definitely be missing the evening mass. I can't imagine myself walking any faster than I was, neither was I going to rush my food in the restaurant. "If the Lord would not understand ", I thought to myself, "then I am sorry". I excused myself from my friends who were engrossed in their chitchat and made for the restaurant. At least, that would be a very nice starting point in this journey of recuperation. I placed my order and w...