Let self be dragged back to grade school alma mater by eldest brother to watch nieces' field demonstrations. Through some miscommunication, missed one of them. Had to leave before lunch and the other's demonstration. Alma mater seemed small and dinky. Grade school principal's closing remarks had glaring grammatical errors. Shrugged.
Asked for directions without shame. Bus conductor, security guards, etc. Neither got lost nor strayed off the path, fortunately. For some reason, was expecting a big, city-hall-type of affair, but the Novaliches Post Office was a tiny place, hidden among eateries and small commercial spaces. Acquired the thing without fuss.
Completed the circuitous circle by taking an FX down Q. Highway past my area and on to SM North, where some colored markers (toys!) were acquired. Result:
Did some eensy weensy work on the T. Messed about with markers some more, expect more colored doodles in the near future. Got sleepy. Slept.
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