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Yes, they are meerkats.

You could have beautiful morning skies, like the ones we had today: a bright young sun that simply could not wait to seize the day, its reds and yellows breaking through even before you say hey; the puffy white clouds that play hide and seek, fading faster than you can sneak a peek; and a big round moon that insists on staying up late, accompanying you until she is sure that you are well on your way.

It all sounds very grand and all, until you jump into your car, go no more than fifty paces, and have to slow down abruptly just to join the Longest Traffic Jam In The World: where eight lanes merge suddenly into three, lorries and trailers take a shot at doing the mighty squeeze, and daredevil motorcyclists seemingly taunt you as they weave their machines past your vehicle without mercy.

By the time I reached the workplace, I was already dreaming of packing up and leaving for home again. I suspect my fellow meerkats would agree that it was a sore case of Monday blues indeed, and unfortunately for me it does not seem to be going away anytime soon.

Details of this entry.Monday, April 09, 2012, filed under Personal.
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