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Thank God for occasional overcast days. For American mac n’ cheese and pregnant kitties. Thank God for amazing friends and air conditioning. What would I do without these things?
Deep in the inevitable funk that comes after the period of hyper-activity and high points. Now we are at the bottom of the roller coaster, chugging along to get to the top again.
Buy the ticket, take the ride.
The hot season funk. I have strept throat and it is bothering me more than it ought to. But here, the small quiverings of not feeling 100% have vast implications. The heat. The notbeingabletogetaway. Ever. The trip to Kara for a glorious pool day, only to find that the pool is undergoing repairs. These are the little things that add up fast. I am inescapably tired.
Fatigued. But I can’t seem to sleep right, my back has been killing me lately (no doubt effects of sleeping on a rock hard cot and/or cement floor/roof of a friends house for 18mo) and I can’t seem to quiet my mind. Nothing is helping. Watching a movie only makes it worse and I can’t seem to drag myself out to do the usual PCV show for the locals. I don’t care about greetings, about being in town for a fête. I just don’t care because I don’t feel good.
I know it will pass but for now it is miserable. Things that never used to bother me are like jabbing needles in my brain. The drunk men outside my door shouting at one another across the compound. The horrible and death defying driving of a chauffeur from Kara. Getting water. Being constantly covered in sweat. Like I said, tired. Fatigued. I know it will pass. This isn’t the first time by far. But couldn’t it just pass a bit faster? I need a vacation.