Six and a half hours on the roads.

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What a Saturday it was yesterday, one I didn't expect to put an exclamation mark on the last day of the liturgical year. I was on the roads for six and a half hours, wary of the changes of the bus lanes at the Metro's main avenue - EDSA, and the bumper to bumper movement at the alternative route - C5, with trucks and container vans and mixers alongside. The Christmas Rush crept into my thoughts but I surmised the road jam could just be the usual overload of vehicles needing to transport goods and services. The motorbikes have probably quadrupled since the beginning of the pandemia. It was an unavoidable travel for me that started at 9:30 in the morning. I was in my pretty loose dress, hoping I could show it off at Greenbelt, Makati, where my daughter had a luncheon with her fellow scholars. But my younger daughter called and wanted to be fetched, so I made the long route to the hospital across the metropolis and back again. My daughter was apprehensive about the Greenbelt area, the virus, for sure, could be lurking somewhere. We decided to wait in the car. My elder daughter came a little later with two paper cups of coffee - a hot cappuccino for me and soy latte for her sister. We talked virus and strains and flu shots, friends infected, etcetera, including the insane RC commercial all the way home. The clock showed ten minutes after 4 pm when I entered my bedroom. I immediately changed clothes, no need for a shower for I was as I was before I left, freshly showered with my Joe Malone still clinging to my pretty dress from London. Hit the bed and listened to the live feed of the Mass. It was an anticipated first Sunday of Advent Mass. A soothing moment to restore the physical energy. Watched a movie after a sumptuous lemony chicken supper courtesy of my elder daughter, and later in the night, a heart-filling piano music of Christmas and the Lord's Prayer.