Being still is not stagnation.

I’m still figuring out what I want to do, need to do, and must do. I’m not giving myself a deadline nor immovable goal posts. I will just live peacefully and try to be content. I shouldn’t live by other’s measuring sticks.

My household awakens at noon these days. I start cooking at 8 am and go back to bed. I don’t have any ambitious to-do list this week so I can be forgiven if I’m indolent like this.

Twin I and I went out to buy fireworks and ingredients for our charcuterie board. We would be grazing on cheese, nuts, fruits, and crackers while we wait for media noche and light the fireworks.

Fireworks may be subdued this time because the parish priest next door is a killjoy.

Happy new year!

It kept on raining and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to light up our fireworks.

But right after midnight, it stopped. Went out to the street, a nun and some of her “house-mates” (convent mates???) went out with us to watch us light up some fireworks.