December 12, 2020
Dec 20: At the market I head for the ube jam stall and ask for new stock. The lady hands me a still-warm bottle and advises me to keep the lid loose. It's been months since I sat down and wolfed this down in front of a muted TV. This ritual is reserved for bad days, but not so bad that I can't get up and buy food. I'm thankful this is is a bad day where I can still decide and actually act on that decision. It crept up today, this sadness. I'm trying to drive it away.