Since I work seven days a week anyway, I felt entitled to decide for myself when my "day off" should be. I enclose the words in quotation marks because it really just means a day I don't physically show up at the office.
And since I'm saving my money, time and energy for what I believe are more important things than Metro Manila traffic and Uber surges on a Friday, I decided, a few months ago, that I would stay home on this day.
Today was interesting.
When we were new here in QC I reveled at the idea of going to Farmers Market or Q Mart for shopping. That, or the usual air-conditioned supermarkets. But this morning I did not really feel like going anywhere far or shelling out an amount for wholesale purchases.
And so I turned the corner at the nearby bakery and found myself on the KNL talipapa. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed this down-to-earth experience from my childhood. And so I gathered rice and eggs and bananas and garlic and onion and patola and miswa -- just the exact amount I needed, no more, no less. I just added some already-fried fish because I like those and nobody else does and frying them at home would make the furniture smell.
I came back home feeling pretty pleased with myself. I had a lot of change in my pocket, too. Small joys, indeed, are still joys.