We are back from the farm.
Joy is at a tradefair in Manila. She is coughing badly. But because of construction of our roof, it is very dusty here and the minute we get home we start coughing badly too...so I told her that she would probably feel better in the polluted air of Manila.
Chano is still in bed with his backache. Won't take medicine, won't get physical therapy.
Still like a "rebellious teenager" who refuses any modern medicine because he was a doctor's kid...
On the other hand, Lolo and I are fine...
FINEST KIND CLINIC AND FISHMARKET.... Discussing medicine, culture, and the joys of cooking Pansit.
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