The monks are chanting loudly in the kitchen. I have not taken my mala on my walks for a few weeks now. Last time may have been around the 8th of February, when hubby had his last eye surgery for cataracts.

The monks are singing loudly. There are no singing bowls I don't think in this puja ceremony. There are gongs, drums and cymbals. All is well tonight, and there is not much tension at all in the air. Hubby wants some time alone it seems to be. No problem- the music is good downstairs.