It was a quiet Monday afternoon when things went to hell. Or to an arid desert. Whatever it was, there was a sudden and isolated drought in our house.
In a weird flux of minimal studying and forced domesticity. Now with more cookies.
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Again, change –the art, me, you.
Nothing beats the experience of being in the thick of actual patient care.
Quick life update (not clickbait).
This is how I decided to spend the last hour.
It’s almost art season in the Philippines. Time to rise from the (metaphorical) grave.
There really is something magical about a White Christmas.
A curated gallery of travel photos from part 2 of our Europe tour. Enjoy!