Highs:
Meeting Mr. and Mrs. Everett, killing it at the casino (my winning streak is now over 1 Million Shillings), the Peace Corps winning a boat paddling race in Jinja. I commissioned the tailoring of an orange sports coat, and Clemson is off to a 4-0 start against 2 ranked teams!!! My counterpart returned to site after weeks in the hospital and then at home recovering from surgery. Hopefully this will correspond with a renewed committment to getting some work done around here.
The ending of Season 7 episode 2 of How I Met Your Mother, I've been calling this story line for years, I hope it lasts more than 1 episode.
On a side note it is so gratifying to see season 7 up there, after Arrested Development crashed and Two and A Half Men became the king of comedy I lost faith in good shows surviving. I just figured America was too dumb to like something smart. I got into HIMYM after season 1 had finished and was worried from the start that it wouldn't last, glad I've been wrong. (as I've been told I am 95% of the time)
Lows:
15 hours of public transport (though it was worth it). Insomnia kept me to about an average of 3 hours sleep the last 4 nights of the week, though Sunday night I slept like a rock. No books finished this week is going to hurt my average. My fantasy team lost to Nick Duncan (unless Jason Witten scores 5 TDS and gets 250 receiving yards).
What I Did:
Not a whole lot. I put the finishing touches on a Bio - Gas grant.
What Is On The Agenda:
End of month meeting and prep work, sending off the Bio-Gas grant, scoping out Hotel Brovad (we've been told our mid service training will be in Masaka at our local Peace Corps partner hotel), picking up the orange sports coat, maybe getting a smart phone with my casino winnings, and then dinner in Mbarara with Jenny's parents and other friends on Friday.
Sanity Meter:
This category had disappeared from the blog for a little while, not because of any particular aspect of my sanity but because I just have forgotten to put it down. I'm still naming the goats, but haven't come up with anything better than Rocky Road. The young children who live in our compound run past my door quickly when they must pass by. When I open the door while they are crossing they break into a frantic sprint often crying from fear, I feel like Boo Radley.
Mr. Everett had picked up on my dissatisfaction with work from previous blog posts and was asking me about it. The conversation helped me realize that it is beyond frustration at this point. The lack of mental stimulus, meaningful human interaction, and purpose during the week is having a more and more profound effect on me. At this point it goes beyond frustration, although I don't know what to call it.
What I'm Reading
Am on the back end of both Tom Clancy's Debt of Honor and The Reason for God by Timothy Keller. Hope to finish both this week and get back on track. Next I think I'll knock out some short books in prep for my upcoming battle with the behemoth Atlas Shrugged.
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