03.08.2013 - 03.08.2013
In a while here will be nothing left of us but bones and hair, but while spirits animate our bodies we have to somehow live within the confines of our flesh. This is difficult.
Chris is sick again with a high fever. My cold sores have broken out, and I have a rash-like infection on my knee. We don't seem the healthiest of people, though we eat our fruits and vegetables when we can. (And then we also play three games of basketball in our fatigue.) Are our bodies failing us, or are we failing our bodies? Rest, water, time cure most ailments, though sometimes we lack all three. Luckily we have another day in Manila, but I fear it won't be enough given his flushed face and difficult exhalations. We should break ourselves less often.