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A very odd week or fortnight or whatever its been. In the past  while of unwriting, I've had multitudes hurled at me- friends' parents' illnesses or deaths and the accompanying fiercely sad energies and long counselling sessions; my favorite colleague and kinda boss' s resigned resignation over the weekend; heaps and heaps of unnecessary work piled on due to the technologically inept and incomplete start of a new online reporting system in line with the CEF; newly reddened and 1984 Chrissie Hynde'd hair (thanks to Canan and her über küaför in Umraniye); news of baby-bearing loved ones far away;  shouting cats at daybreak and before; thick and rich chicken stews in bed with buttered toast and bootleg copies of House (season 1); sleeping; scary winter heating bills and runny toilet scary water bills; dreams of a weekend in Mardin, sleeping in a converted ancient caravansaray up in the hill overlooking the mesopotamian plain.