The moment I reached the house, I realized I had no room to come home to. Before I left for Manila I gave instructions to take out all the wooden panels and repaint everything. I thought work would be finished by now --- not even close. In the course of my spring cleaning a few weeks ago, I noticed some of the panels had termites, which I wouldnt have seen if I didnt move my things around (some boxes unopened for a good decade). Of all the rooms throughout the house and the entire compound, only mine had termites. At least. Just thinking about my schedule the next three days - Tiffany Sias wedding tomorrow (later), my appointment with the cardiologist and meeting with an NGO I am to be a trustee of on Monday, and a speaking engagement at a youth summit on Tuesday morning - I suddenly feel exhausted, daunted, the fact that Ive no room to rest and recharge after a hectic trip to Manila. My comfort zone is out of order, I feel paralyzed. Bless me Father.
Posted on: Sat, 07 Jun 2014 18:24:03 +0000
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