No more monitoring government radio and television (no offense to friends in state media, much respect). One morning, I puked listening to a mid-morning anchor lambasting the Sumilao Farmers, and I have a high tolerance for stomach-turning stuff.
No more wearing formal shirts, pants, and shoes. I don't iron clothes and I'm a sneakers person.
No more walking from LRT-2 Legarda Station to the Malacanang Press Corps working area, which to the overweight like me feels like a kilometer.
Thanks to old and new friends who helped me out over the two and a half months of double duty.
Finally, I can resume jogging around camp, taking a power nap after work, and most importantly, income-augmenting activities.
It gets sweeter. Tomorrow, Monday, I'll be back on Pag-asa Island in the Spratlys, and next week, I'll be somewhere in the extreme north for my vacation.
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