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 idea it was to buy that fan.

Oh well.

The breeze is soporific. But I must resist sleep at all cost because I have patients to visit.


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Some housekeeping stuff—my cultural diet in past two weeks.


Craig Mod’s Things Become Other Things and NK Jemisin’s The Fifth Season. 2025 is a great year for reading.

Department Q on Netflix—absolute gem. I must visit Edinburgh soon!

Russel Moore’s podcast with Andrew Peterson led me to get copies for Frederick Buecher’s books. 

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Spotted on the road in Marbel—a puppy, contemplating the meaning of life. 


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