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I really have not had much to say over the last week, but here is a quick update.

I was sick most of last week. I woke up around 2:00 AM Tuesday with stomach cramping. I eventually slept a little while longer, but was pretty much up the rest of the night. I got up and made breakfast. Unfortunately, I also ate breakfast which killed my stomach. I ate about a half-cup of soup that night which I very quickly regretted. I didn't eat again until late Thursday night. I am fine now, but wow was that a miserable state of being.

The week had some excitement, though, mostly good. Jose had a birthday Tuesday. Central America had a party Wednesday. Nate turned ten on Thursday.

Then there was the one thing that put a real damper on the week. Janeksa, a teacher here at the Christian school, lost her husband (31 years old) to a Semi VS Motorcycle wreck. I won't share the details because it is not relevant, but I will say they handle these situations quite differently than we of the U.S. After the wreck the body was not moved to allow family and others to come view the "situation". This was in the early morning hours. The funeral was held the next day at 11:00 AM. Janeksa returned to work (or planned to, I didn't actually see her) yesterday.

The team from the U.S. came back from Honduras Thursday night. We were able to spend time with them Friday, which was great. They left for home Friday afternoon and are sorely missed - especially by Erin and Lori. Maybe if they hadn't been such doggone nice people we wouldn't miss them so much.

Not much to report since then. Have done a lot of studying and reading. Dealt with power, water and internet outages. Watched a "feel good" movie Friday night to cheer us up after the team left - though I can't remember which one it was.

Tomorrow promises to be another good day.

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