THE Toilet Seat Rodin's Blog

I came out of the shower and just stood right under the fan. The A.C. was gunning on all cylinders and it felt good to be feeling clean again. It was early evening- around 8 pm. I had come home half an hour ago after a hard day's work. My single malt , on the rocks, was waiting for me on the table. I'd made the drink before going in for the shower and now it was chilled, with rivulets of icy sweat running down the glass. What a bloody dichotomy, I thought, we sweat when we are hot, and whiskey sweats when it is cold! God! I needed a drink! In fact, I needed quite a few. I'd been busting my butt the last few days, trying to negotiate a good deal for our organically grown farm produce. The buyers had flown in from USA, driven a tough bargain, but had finally signed on the dotted line. For the next three years, they would buy most of the herbs that were being grown on our new farm. The new farm was my project, and not only had I faced a lot tough questioning from my old man a...