Sick in bed with no visitors. On the bright side, I won’t have to report for work today. On the downside, another leave credit spent.
On the upside, I get to be served like a king. With the chow of my choice. On the downside, everything tastes dull.
On the upside, I don’t get to do the dishes.
Truth is, I have come to enjoy doing the dishes. There’s just too much power in soap and water.
I used to “preside” over our dishes after every dinner back in the days. I would sing my way off the sink while my beer-kada stands watching and waiting by the kitchen door. Bracing for another night of San Miguel beer.
My father, may God rest him and keep him, took over this task of mine when I was no longer with the family. I guess he, too, discovered there is zen in the washbowl.
The Bicolana will have to do everything for me today, as chills-and-fever has breached my auto-immune system.
My temperature’s so high crazy thoughts go to my head. Like..dishwashing.