All stories have endings. Hers ends here. Or it does not. Her offsprings may continue to write her story or they may choose to put a period and create their own stories from hereon.

As of now I haven’t had a good night’s sleep and I was just powered by caffeine and adrenalin. I drove from QC-Parañaque-QC-Parañaque-QC the entire day today and had my weekly call with my team in the car at noon. Thank God for Skyway. 🫠 The car I was driving also is automatic so it’s less exhausting but still exhausting.

While waiting for my cousin to finish filing  her mom’s death certificate at the city hall, I was able to edit one story and polished a story of my own for publication while having coffee at Banapple. With the amount of coffee I consumed today, it’s no wonder I’m still alive at almost midnight.

I have to skip several events this week so I have to make up for it next week. Hopefully, I wouldn’t miss so much. I’m just not up to it for the next few days.

I’m waiting for the melatonin to take effect any time now…