I turned on the puter as soon as I got home. It took a while before anyone woke up to open the door for me, but that gave me time to think while sitting on the bumper of the old VW parked in our garage.
As Kitchie and Snowdog (formerly named Barbie, I dunno what happened) happily chewed on my fingers I thought: despite all the worries, the paranoia, the hectic schedule-- I am happy. Really.
I realize, it really takes little to make me happy. A hug. Good music. A few bottles of Strong Ice. The company of friends. Kebs na kung walang pera the following week. It's all good.
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