Indian consulate. Flat screen TVs playing Bollywood music videos, music loud. Line long. I’m next. Indian man appears out of nowhere and cuts in front of me. He gets called up to the desk. I turn to the Indian guy behind me:

“Where’d he come from?”

The guy shrugs and smiles and then says:

“Be giving benefit of the doubt.”

Totally. No sad eggs here, I be giving much benefit of doubts.

After some delays because of some restricted area permissions, I think I’m all set now. I have to pick my passport up on Wednesday and then I can relax about all of that stuff. Which I need to do. When you get your non-refundable ticket before your visas, you can’t help but worry. When it involves India or its special territories (Kashmir, Nagaland, etc.) there’s a good chance there will be significant delays in processing, or even rejections. Wednesday I’ll be able to relax again.

Back in the non-secret office getting ready to interview someone for one of our open positions. Not into it because I have to finish a paper, somehow, during the day today.

I’ve been wearing the same pants, Dockers D2, for 5 straight days. Holy.