Strange Tuesday.

Sat inside the small loggia with a cup of very black coffee and cigarettes. The water delivery boys from a station I don't patronize buzzed by to service some of the compound tenants. One of the boys walked up to me to tell me how fragrant the palo santo joss sticks were. He said he would come back to me and give me white sage. Apparently he travels a lot to Baguio and Tagaytay, where a shaman gives him a regular supply of white sage. Strange, because I don't know him from Adam.

Yakult delivery.

A delivery arrived for Angelique.