Distance Learning. In the afternoons, we sang, in a chorus with your classmates, in a virtual platform, that if the rain were chocolate, how delicious it will be. We checked the weather, wrote the letters, counted, read stories, celebrated birthdays. With the joys and tears of learning.
Around the biking loop and a step away from heinous selfishness. I go around the lap for 40 or 50 km. At best, 27 km/h average with a 43 km/h top speed. I can't catch up with the faster packs who run on 40 km/h averages. I'm amazed by how pelotons look and the power of the cyclists. Even with much slower groups, you feel an encouraging energy. I usually start when it's still dark. When I look up, I see the office lights of BPO companies around MOA. It's 5 in the morning, New Year's Eve. It's a familiar feeling, with sadness strongly reinforced by this year's pandemic. My thoughts were no longer, I'm glad I'm not up there. My thoughts were, you guys will be coming home pretty soon.
Ride on, it will be better for all of us.
