Timely Intervention

The heaviest day of marking for me so far this year saw me distinctly feeling the strain, both physical and mental, prior to the arrival of Noi's massage lady, Kak Sabariah. A couple of hours of her expert ministrations - a bit like going three rounds with Henry Cooper would be an apt comparison - and the muscles in my neck actually seem to have gone from rigid to something like reasonably flexible.

According to the good kakak most of me is unhealthily keras, and I reckon that's a fair description which probably accounts for why I've been waking up with cramped legs on a regular basis lately. But what to do? as Noi so elegantly puts it. A living must be earned, even if it's ruining my body to do so.