Little YasYas and her mom left a few minutes ago in big Toyota silver SUV. The tall child greeted/hugged the three of us. I wish them good trip. They won’t be at Sunday singing. Both are “mah-bah-eat” (or nice). We sense sincerity and peace. Lord, protect them from corruption from within the church’s fold. May people like them show the rest of us troubled/seasoned spirits the calmness of mind and body. Amen.
Still eating breakfast at Goldilocks. Three cups of steamed/garlic/white rice, pieces of either dried fish or pork tosino/longanisa, and two eggs of either sunny side up/scrambled/lightly fried. I’m in SEVERE violation of my diet regime. Punishment: Extra one pound, mid-morning comatose nap, and continued hamster-like tail popping out as hemorrhage.
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