It took me about 30 minutes to get to the office this morning. Quite a nice day, especially knowing that I'll have broadband access when I return after this weekend, a long one.
Tomorrow is the start of Ramadhan, the Muslim fasting month. Our kid, who turns 8 on Saturday, has decided that he'll participate for the first time. Just how he'll cope with getting up at 4 in the morning, filling up his stomach with sticky rice and other stodge and then only drinking water for the rest of the day until sunset and jam magrib (evening prayers), I really don't know.
With the day off school, I suspect he'll be playing Zoo Tycoon. All day.
It took me about two hours to get home this evening. It seemed that everybody who could was buggering off to Bogor for the initial fast. Traffic was exceedingly slow; the toll road was totally static, yet the parallel road I travel was blocked because all and sundry were forming disorderly three lane queues at the toll gates, thus preventing free movement for the rest of us.
What is it that drives people to pay to enter a traffic jam? The need to join a communal activity or plain stupidity?
Folk should simply indulge in stress free pleasures such as contemplating Keaggy's collection of Rocks Shaped Like Shoes.
Rock Marten
