First real weekend day. Jet lag made me get up way early so I did some chores. Chores are therapeutic (Frank stop reading now lest you get any ideas) around here. Loads of laundry, sweeping and taking out the trash - 3 cans: one of burnables (paper etc) to the burn pit, one of plastic/metal to the bury pit, and one of perishables (i.e. food) to the compost pile. National brand (Kilimanjaro) beer and plastic water bottles (Dasani) are kept for return to manuf. for a refund.
Was peeling potatoes in the kitchen and saw a family of mongooses sniffing around front yard. There are snakes around here they eat and also bugs, obviously.
L, Y, and M, other volunteers, arrived from safari today. They were thrilled with the trip.
Just before bed, finished my first book started here: "Adventures of the Hunt Sisters" or something. It's okay but has this quote that I can't get out of my head: "...hope is neither false nor true but a kind of happiness in itself, a fuel that carries us towards our dreams."
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