Holed up inside our home (and village) for more than two weeks already due to new pandemic quarantine rules, I decided to join Andre in an errand to a client in Makati, a mere 18kms away. I put on a good pair of trousers, collared shirt, and yes, perfume. Game plan was I’ll just drop him off while I stay in the car, drive around the area ’til he’s done. Then drive back home. Why the need for the trousers, shirt and perfume? Raise your head and look at the ceiling, there you’ll find the answer.

Driving back, we opted for EDSA. I wanted to feel again the traffic, see the usual buildings, the 8-to-5 grind of metro folks whose lives refuse to mind the virus or due to dire need are forced to do so. I wasn’t disappointed because I saw them all. In equal measure, I was disappointed because I saw them all. Through the windshield of my car, nothing seemed to have changed. But I could have been deceived. I couldn’t see beyond the face masks and building facades. Perhaps, better news, better sights and better sense are holed in there.

I’m back holed up where I started. It’s safer here for now. With this coffee cup.

Short story of my pandemic life.

Cheers! #MyCafeNotes