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-- चार हजार तेरह --


When Shobhit and I went to have dinner at his cousin's house in Bothell the day before New Year's Eve, Abhishek said something that really stuck with me. This is another guy who, like Shobhit, grew up in India. We got to talking about Donald Trump, and although he assured us he voted for Hillary, when it comes to Trump, he said, "I'm not worried about him, because the people in India were so much worse."

Now. I'm not bringing this up in any way to diminish what I still think is the genuine horror of a Trump administration -- at least, in the context of what we're supposed to consider American values. These are supposed to be way off from the rampant corruption in other countries of the world, after all. But! It's still good to keep some perspective. I did feel like that comment gave me a little.

I'll still be at the women's march on January 21.

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I made myself macaroni and cheese at work today. This is really the only occasion where I do anything approximating actual cooking while at work: I always bring tomatoes and bell pepper to chop and then add after boiling the macaroni noodles. The box makes enough for two lunches; I always put the second half in a bowl, covered, in the staff refrigerator for consumption the next day.

I wouldn't normally mention this except today I sliced partway through my thumb nail while chopping one of the roma tomatoes. And it occurred to me that my long fingernails actually serve a purpose other than just adornment. They offer protection! Otherwise, that might have been my thumb.

It still sucks that I cut into my nail, though. At least I didn't cut into it too far so I still don't have to cut the nail off.

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So what of last night, then? I walked home from work. I made myself an English muffin sandwich with veggie sausage and pepperjack cheese and an overeasy egg, yum. Shobhit and I watched Bright Lights, the wonderful documentary about Debbie Reynolds and Carrie Fisher that HBO made available on Saturday evening. They had originally scheduled it to premiere this summer but bumped up the air date after the two of them passed away within one day of each other at the end of last month. The combined story of that mother and daughter was an extraordinary one, to the last.

And then I noticed that the fourth season of Please Like Me was already available on Hulu, so I watched that. A few minutes in, it caught Shobhit's attention, and he predictably got into it. He never wants to believe me until he actually does or sees for himself. Typical!

It was thus a bit apropos that I saw Tommy briefly last night, right after finishing that first episode. He was the one who got me into that show. He had a couple items of mail to come and pick up. I went downstairs with him when he left after only a minute, to check the mail, and naturally we talked about the show. He had also only yet seen the first episode of season four, which surprised me. In any case, it was nice to see him. I hope to schedule a lunch or dinner date again soon.

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positive energy please