As planned, Dave and I went out to dinner with his boss on Monday night. I was more physically exhausted than I could ever remember being, too tired to even take a nap, but I made myself get up and go. I’m glad I did. Mike was extremely nice and the food was the best I’ve had since I left Bamako. It was my first time eating at one of the tourist places in Douentza, and it turns out, they’re not bad. Pumpkin or squash soup, rice with some meaty sauce, fresh papaya coated in sugar and orange juice... plus Mike brought a bottle of wine. All in all, it was a great night.
I was so sore yesterday I could hardly move, and today is not a whole lot better. Since it’s just me again in Douentza, yesterday was pretty low-key. I finished my jigsaw puzzle (except for one piece in the dead center that just happens to be part of Minnesota. I think Sami carried it away somewhere), starting editing my dictionary, took a nap, and made a salad. The dictionary editing is much slower than I was expecting. It’s very tedious, but I’m looking forward to the final product.
My kittens continue to be total terrors. Like clockwork, around 7 every morning, they wake up and start tearing around my room at lightning speed, knocking things over, clawing up my mosquito net, crunching over plastic bags, etc. They are awfully cute, but we are just not on the same energy page at that time in the morning.
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Bunpote does that too. I don't think they ever outgrow it!
What are you going to do with the kitties when you come home?
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