Down with fever, ceiling fan, and a puppy on the road
I write this on a quiet Saturday morning, a conscious effort on my part to slow down because my body tells me so. I was—and still is—down with some flu yesterday. I am, by the grace of God, getting better. Last Friday I had to plow through rounds and clinic. I cancelled afternoon appointments so I could rest, the wisest thing I could do. My old Macbook Air is propped on the baul that doubles as a storage space and coffee table in the living room. I can feel—or imagine that I feel—the light breeze from the fan, a new fixture at home, installed yesterday by Efren, the electrician. When we first turned the fan on, we hardly felt anything. Then Neneng, who visits us twice or thrice a week for housekeeping, said, Basi baliktad ang elisi. We felt the air flowing when I changed the setting from counterclockwise (which brings the cold air down) to clockwise. But even at the strongest setting, the air the fan generates is soft as a whisper. Daw kusog pa utot ko sini, I told my mother, whose ide...
