I feel like August is the slowest month of this year. Slower than the three solid months of shelter-at-home. I don’t know why.
Mobility wise we are able to get out of the house freely, but somehow I still feel something is gobbling my energy up. I think it’s self-inflicted. I am doing some crazy move, a huge move, that will impact our lives in the years to come. I am adding stress to my life.
Oyen and Edmund have been spending a lot of time on the phone with PAL customer service trying to rebook without penalty. PAL has an ongoing ticket promo sales and it’s cheaper to buy a round-trip ticket to Manila or to the US than to rebook a one-way ticket going home to Manila. They are trying to charge Edmund $2,890 fare difference. Huh?
Soon, it’s going to be my turn to rebook my ticket and I do not want to stress over this. I’ll deal with it next month. In the meantime, back to my daily travels– from the kitchen to the laundry, to the garage, to the yard, and back.