I woke up this morning to the perfect beach weather. You know, the kind that smells of inihaw na bangus and ice-cold San Mig Lite.
Alas, I also woke up with a throbbing headache. The kind that turns into sniffles and flu.
And so goes another of life’s never-ending lessons: that there is no such thing as an absolute plan. But if it’s any consolation, I know that the beach will always be there. That it will wait. And that it’s only ten minutes away.
Meanwhile, off to bed…