During the kitchen renovation last October, I moved the family altar with kitchen goods to my bed room. I intended to put it back after the innovation but somehow I felt it was very natural that the altar was there.
Still now the alter is in my bed room. It is in December. The day is shortening. When I wake up, it is still dark. Without putting on the ceiling light, I light a candle and burn incense sticks with the flame of the burning candle. Fragrant smoke is emitted in the dark room.
Then, I feel good thinking I woke up without any special health problems today, too.
I open the curtains widely so that the alter can feel the sunlight. I intentionally do so hoping my parents can feel the new day with me.