Swami and I are pooped out. There are boxes everywhere and neither one of us is in the mood to cook. Living with a guru is strangely exciting, though. He is apt to conjure up a fireside dinner of soy burgers, fries and coffee. Even though he gets physically tired, his spiritual energy is through the roof.

He thinks that the blog needs a new roof and wants to invite everyone over for cookies and hot chocolate. Of course, they will be delicious, but he may hand you a hammer and nails for dessert. I'm just sayin...