My Spunk has turned to Funk

Awoke this morning and did not feel so fine. Just off somewhat, no energy, a little stomach rebellion. Went in the pool and couldn't swim much, but enjoyed the cooling effect. Rain easing off now, very hot and humid. As per directions from our friend Alejandra, we walked the other afternoon down the trail, past Yellowflower cafe, made a left at Londo's and then followed a very narrow path between rice paddies to her building site. Everything was wet and muddy from the rains. Slippery. Ron and I have fake Crocs which are great for walking here in the mud and rain, but I think we look like Mickey and Mini Mouse in them. The house Alejandra is building incorporates an old Joglo which she salvaged in Java. Essentially Joglo's are old teak houses some with elaborate carving and thick doors. She has used this one as the bedroom and has built a small open house around it with concrete floors and a woven alang alang roof. Open plan with sitting area, kitchen, and semi enclosed bathroom with carved cement bathtub and a separate shower. Everything exposed to the outdoors, overlooking a small rice paddy and some other houses nearby. Work was going full tilt by a crew of about eight because her first clients were coming to rent the house in three days time. I intend to walk over again today or tomarrow to see how it has evolved. She had a long way to go. They were grinding and polishing the floors and countertops, putting in the bathroom tiles, electricity had just gotten hooked up the day before. I admire her stamina as it is hard to get things done here especially in the heat and the rain. A lot of xpats live here very basically. No air con, no walls on much of their spaces, little luxuries. Sadly, there are so many people looking to live here now that the bucolic nature of the area has changed into a kind of building frenzy, and the beauty of the rice paddies which is what brought us here in the first place is turning into houses and lodging. Since three years time I was saddened to see all the changes. I wonder how the Balinese feel!