For the second time in more than 13 months, I called in sick for work today. This little monkey is feeling poorly and was up most of the day (I work nights, grave-yard shift). Now, there's this throbbing pain in my head caused by the lack of sleep, I reckon. Or perhaps, it's just because of the fact that there really are several loose bolts in my head.
I miss home. Where there are people who'll tend for me and make sure I feel better. I long for my nanay's motherly care, Ketty's home-cooked meals, the friends who make me laugh and everything in the land of perpetual sunshine. At least most of the time. I miss the chaos too. The grime and grit, warts and all.
After days of rainy weather, it is unsually warm today. Bright and sunny. Yet despite the heat I feel cold. I miss home. I feel sick.