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Uganda Update #5: Chilling

I haven't left the house/yard since Sunday. I don't mind this, but I think I am ready to go out tomorrow.

Tomorrow, I'm also going to finish a job application. Or two, for different jobs at the same place. 

I read a book this week that was sitting around here, called The Worst Date Ever. It's half about celebrity tabloids and half about Uganda & Joseph Kony, brought together by a British writer who wants to be a Useful Person for a change. Funny, crude, and eye-opening. Now I only have one book left and I kind of want to save it for the plane rides & airport waiting on the way home. BUT I don't want to think about life either, and reading is a great way to keep the mind busy. So I don't know if I will start it or not. It's called The Tiger's Wife. 

Every day, I find myself amused and charmed by Noah and Jude. They are bundles of sweetness in little boy bodies. If I ever have children, I hope they are half as easygoing. And I hope I'm half as calm a mother as Vanessa is. (They are genetically pre-disposed to being hilarious and laid-back, given their parentage. Any biological children I have will be genetically prone to have crazy hair and likely be reading before they can walk.)
I emailed Egypt Air this morning to find out the status of my refund. They said I will get my money back. I'm guessing they'll take off the "no-show" fee off, but still. Better than nothing. In the end, the trip cost a grand more than planned (rhyming!) and my parents will spot me the difference for now. God bless my parents. 

Also, for the record, I'm not literally "chilling." the weather here is perfect. Honestly. My windows have been open since I arrived, I've worn socks once, I only sweat when hiking in the forest or squished into the back of a stationary bus, and at night I sleep with one blanket over my toes. Perfection. 


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