Friday afternoon, Shakey’s Magallanes.
Monday evening, at home: My little brother’s graduation from high school saw us enjoying ice cream family night.
Sunday afternoon, at home: Saw Let Me In. “Owen: What if it doesn’t work?
Abby: Then you hit back even harder.”
Saturday afternoon, Banawe Street: I would never ever want to lose the use of my legs, or my mobility. I love walking.
Friday afternoon, at Fonz’s house: There is nostalgia in moving houses. The chaos lets you inspect each junk that you keep.