My flat stare has come full circle and squarely back at me.
    At 46, I already should have learned the following lessons: makeup doesn’t work in 33 degrees Celsius weather, gin on the rocks doesn’t mix, and that even though I am a multi-tasking, female entity, I should wave a white flag sometimes.
    I also should have come to know that even though the humid weather makes my fingers swell to the size of small sausages, it is not the culprit behind my “Buddha.”
    But let’s get back to the makeup thing.