April 9, 2020, Holy Thursday
No Visita Iglesia today. Not even online. I Just did laundry, cooked, and gazed blankly.
I prayed, of course. Holy Week or not, I do pray. That keeps me sane. Enumerating the names of as many as 50 to 80 saints makes me feel I have friends. I say “have mercy on us” dozens of times a day.
I no longer want to watch the tv news updates on the pandemic. It just frightens me no end.
I cooked spaghetti for lunch.
Since we’re supposed to be fasting, I didn’t cook anything for dinner. I told my family to just reheat left overs or basta bahala na lang sila.
Oyen has been making use of her time productively during the stay-at-home order by learning how to bake.
Today she baked the most delicious banana bread. I never liked banana bread and never bothered to eat when offered to me, except for this one. It’s very good for a first try.
A little over-baked but otherwise perfect.
So what I did on Maundy Thursday? Eat.
