Diary (Day 31, 32, 33)

Day 31

This morning the wife arrived home from Bataan. I fetched her in front of the Jesus Is Lord Church of Eddie Villanueva (who cares about this presidential loser now) near the Cabanatuan Central Terminal. She had bought some chocolates, tuna sandwiches, and a big “rellenong bangus” (stuffed milkfish) which we ate for lunch.
Right now I am sleepy. I am always, every afternoon, but you’re phony if you think I’m lazy.

Day 32

Sunday morning, all members of the family except me went to church (not that of Eddie, but to a Catholic church). All I want is to converse with JC in private. I have never been good at going to church. Every time I do it I get allergies, sometimes migraines, and have to pretend they don’t exist because I’m inside the church. I also pretend that I’m deaf or that other people don’t exist when they start talking or giggling behind my back. I am more of a hypocrite than a saint inside a church. Still I’m a believer and not what others might think I am.

Day 33

I woke up early around 5 a.m. and had my coffee without sugar, of course. I am an early riser, so I was the only one awake.
Next thing I do is to write on this damn notebook about whatever thoughts or feelings I have at the moment. But very soon everybody is going to wake up, so I had better prepare the breakfast. It’s Monday and the kids are going to school.