Sarc-E-Azam

Amazing how time flies. It's already March this year. Feels like just yesterday that we celebrated New Years.

I saw Ben Hur this afternoon. A true example of what Oscars are meant for. Unlike today's politically motivated nominations (or winners!)

Last evening I was alarmed by a squeaking noise from the loft in my bedroom. To my amusement, I saw a tiny Squirrel peeking his head and staring at me from behind some carton. As if he were talking to me, he made some motions with his tiny mouth, his whiskers trembling all the while. I was frozen, watching him...I got up from bed, and he was alarmed and shrunk back, to the far corner where neither of us could see each other. Thru the day, Me and Max kept seeing glimpses of him scurrying about the loft, rummaging thru an empty exhaust fan carton, an old torn overnighter, jumping over my Samsonite (as if to test its durability) and just being himself, I guess. This morning, after a night filled with sweet chipmunk songs in my dreams... Qwishmas Qwishmas Qwishmas Joy... (and perhaps for real, but who can tell, I was asleep after all), I found him still in the loft. It occurred to me that the poor rascal might be hungry. And he’s just scared to leave the loft, or just lost his way not