I was tired even before I got to Manhattan. I left the house with a heavy heart. It’s been crazy busy, and I almost didin’t eat lunch until my stomach reminded me it was time to eat.
I’ve been entertaining myself trying to create for my Art Journal but have this warning of a malware on the site. (On the blog server?)
I’m glad it’s 5pm. Although it’s not yet quite time to head home yet (finishing a presentation), at least it means I’m close.
Why do I keep seeing empty benches beckoning me to sit and just stare off to nowhere? Even three sided nooks here are inviting me to sit and just BE.
Then I heard about Mang Dolphy. I am so, so sad but relieved he is at peace.
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