Travel to Manila yesterday was blessedly painless. Usually something unpleasant happens (sick seat mates, catcalls from drunken men) but not on this occasion. It was off the trike, on the bus, in the jeep, out the shower, to the restaurant. Wonderful.

I am as satisfied with the state of things as I can be. There's not enough time for "could have beens" and "maybe I should haves". What's done is done. I'll deal with it upon the return.

My flight leaves in two days. Whoa.

Finished Midnight's Children. Awesome.

Heavy bags, bad food, and strange hours await me over the next few days. I resist the urge to hum "Coming to America".