Vivian and I think that today is Thursday, and as I write it is about 11:30 at night. It shouldn’t be so hard to figure out, but all three of us travelers have been severely sleep deprived.
We three arrived in Kisii this morning after many long hours waiting in airports and many more long hours riding in planes.
This evening, I needed to get some accounting for the orphanage done, and also accounting for the trip, but when I sat down to do it, I kept falling asleep. Travel weariness is not the total blame for this fact, since any accounting in general does that to me.
|Maybe you cannot see her, but that is|
Vivian in there, safe from mosquitoes.
(Actually, we ae happy to report that despite
the fact that the rains have begun, there are
very few of those malaria-buzzers around)
After 3 or 4 hours of that kind of sleep, I felt more alert. While I was still the most alert, I looked at the accounting for awhile, and now I am doing this—writing this blog. Tomorrow will be another day. We have not yet been up to the orphanage, but tomorrow it will happen. I hope to have some photos and news for you.
But for tonight, after taking a picture of our bed, the sleep is again beginning to win me over. It’s an eight-hour time difference between here and home, so there is some adjusting to that as well. It all seems to center around the pleasure of sleep.
I like sleep without dreams, but I also have a pretty active dream life, so I like that as well. The short of it is—I like to sleep. I see it as God’s gift to me.
I’d better post this before I nod off again.