Seemed like the dept head wanted me to meet someone, but after hanging around for another hour, I decided to get on with my day's plans. Computer City again -- this time I got the modem for the computer. What I didn't know was that getting the modem was only step one. Next the SIM. SIM place asked for passport and photos. By now it was 3pm and I was tired (it had been a day of travel by rickshaw and CNG). Went home expecting to stay in. Maybe there would be internet at home? I could do homework even.
After some lunch and a short nap, I got up planning to go to the American club and maybe catch up on Skype? But decided that I could still get to the SIM place after getting pictures taken. Got the pictures, but the SIM place closed 10 minutes before I got there.
Time to go to the American club. A chocolate milkshake later, no one's awake on Skype, and I think it's time to call it a day.
Matan says I need a haircut. He says I look old. Maybe I do? Not sure a haircut would make a difference! This is me!
Here's a picture:

Don't feel bad if Matan says you look old, just ask him what it is he is seeing that looks old. 5 year old Mike asked me twice earlier this year, Grandma, how did you get old? I was so stunned, I had no good answer. Now I am primed to ask him what he is seeing and he hasn't asked so far. Perhaps the stress the indefiniteness of how things work oozes out.
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