It's a weird morning, no sounds, no rains. The blogger bails out the rainwater on the concrete floor of the cubicle on the third floor of the Julian ancestral home.
"Maring" must have gone away from PH area of responsibility. I do breathing exercises. Fix myself a cup of instant coffee. I feel better. I could go home to Isabela tomorrow. I will, minutes from now, deliver 20 copies of Manang Pacing's book to SVP's choice of judges in Lacar. Haha. She is going to Hawaii in October. Her husband was felled by a stroke two months ago.
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