A massive windstorm followed by rain shakes the plants outside and forces me to jump out of bed ready for bear at a quarter past midnight. I think someone is trying to enter our apartment and it takes me awhile to settle my beating heart. I have fallen asleep on the sofa as Vanessa invites me to bed. I wake up to transfer Zee to our bed around 3:00 AM to cuddle with Mommy. After being moved to his crib in a separate room Zee is not waking up as much as before at night. This makes both Mommy and Daddy happy.
Its 3:50 AM as I run up the steep rain soaked road to my running partner’s house. I whistle to the groggy guard who unlatches the gate and allows me passage. I enter and immediately lie on the doorstep and fight off sleep. My running partner comes out of her house shortly after and slips on her running shoes. She has a new route for us to try this morning. We run through the neighborhood and enter a dark foot path and watch as the fattened rats scurry out of our way. My partner isn’t feeling well and leans over and begins coughing up some green phlegm. “You ok?” I ask knowing good and well she isn’t. “Much better now,” she smiles, “I’m running the stuff out.” We continue to wind through the maze of dark walkways and footpaths in the quiet of the morning. Fortunately for me my partner has a built in compass, her sense of direction is amazing, and I secretly believe she has a photographic memory to boot. She suddenly leads me down another darkened path and eventually after an hour of winding our way through the Jakarta environs we find our way back home.
