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First day of Feb is fab

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new_avengers_vol_2_6Not much comic-reading happened today. I just read the two issues that complete Vol. 1 of the New Avengers (2010) TPB, and that was it. Reading time was spent mostly with Denis Johnson’s Nobody Move, which I finished today.  Something about finishing a book on the first day of a month makes me want to pat myself on the back. And if it lands on a Friday, like today, it makes for a double celebration. Sort of.

Speaking of Friday, today had been an extraordinary one. Work was light, the afternoon rush hour line of passengers at the Cubao terminal was long but moving fast, and I was home and already enjoying my weekend a little past 6 p.m. The wifey was there, as she was allowed to work remotely for the day, and together with the kiddo, whose grades improved during the third grading based on her report card, we had a cozy dinner at Coffee Project. It was a chilly night outside but inside it was warm. The smell of coffee soothed my nostrils, and I found myself feeling relaxed for the first time in seven days. Thought it was a good night to be with my family after the workweek I’ve been through.

Back home I watched two The Punisher episodes on Netflix and then went to bed thinking, What a way to start February.

marvel · work

First day

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X-Force_Vol_1_48Read only one comic book today — an old X-Force issue from 1995 scored on sale from Comic Quest last year. It’s Boomer getting chided by her teammates for her closeness with Sabretooth. Interesting. Glad to have finished it before sleep overpowered me.

It’s been a weird and dismal first day of the year. My first memory of it was standing on the deserted ML Quezon Avenue at 5 a.m. waiting for an available tricycle. It was dark and drizzly, and passing tricycles were few and far between, and already occupied by passengers. I smoked, I grumbled, I cursed having to work early on a holiday.

But just as when I was about to lose hope a tricycle with no passenger magically appeared in front of me. I nearly hugged the driver. I was then off to my first working day of the year. Listened to Dire Straits’ Brothers in Arms on Spotify and allowed my brain to go blank inside the dark belly of a Cubao-bound UV Express.

At the office, things were hectic to the point of migraine.