Running Out of Gas

did a major spring-cleaning during the weekend.
sweep, vacuum, mop, wipe, scrub, clean, wash, dry, arrange, keep, throw - the works.

sigh.

longed for an undisturbed, much-desired, very rare, very appreciated nap.

there's something about the thought of a dust-free room, well-lit (or rather lack of) filled with the lovely, fresh lavender scent that sends the wake-up call on hold.

so to sleep must i.

mr. khairul spent the whole afternoon with khaleef as po the panda (don't ask) while kahfi seemed to understand and slept through my nap without waking up.

thanks boys.

be back soon.