So I could write all sorts of interesting things today. But all I want to do is lie down on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate and a Martha Stewart magazine (neither of which I have).
But I have promised posts, so posts I shall deliver.
My first week back at work after holiday was a bit of a nightmare, even with a holiday thrown in on Tuesday. That, incidentally, is an interesting bit of Malawi trivia - since there's pretty much no glorious independence movement here to speak of, the Malawi politicians needed to stretch to find themself a martyr. Enter John Chilembwe. I can't remember the details of the story, but apparently some time in the 20s he went off and killed himself a couple of white settlers, in resistance to colonialism. While this achieved nothing in terms of greater rights and autonomy for the Malawian people, it did result in a reprisal killing of a whole lotta Africans. For this, we get a holiday. And good old Johnny got his face on the Malawian currency.
I spent most of my work week either out in the field, or sitting in the IT office trying to get my computer to work properly. The good news is that I can now open my computer, access my work e-mail and print. The bad news is that the IT department succeeded in wiping out all my work from the last two months. The whole freaking lot of it. I'm so ready for that maternity leave now.
Jorge is still in Mozambique, and I am trying to fill my time by socializing with all my childless friends before they shun me once I become a milk-leaking, sleep-deprived, frumpy looking mom.
Oy veh, I need to go home, and save the next post for when my brain can think in whole paragraphs again.
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