T Minus Two Weeks

I have had a refreshing drink of Cholera On-the-Go (for the busy traveller), and I'm reading some Central African history and feeling very intellectual.

And burping.

Tomorrow, I think my church family will pray and send me off.

I always imagine this as someone cracking a bottle of champagne on my hip and pushing me off a pier.  So it's understandable that I'm vaguely worried.

You know you're a missionary when...

The tax forms say it.

That's it.

A moment of weakness...

...Speaking as a person who really doesn't feel a lot of emotion, I am feeling mild perturbation (what an intelligent person would probably note as 'morbid terror') by five things right now.

It Begins Again

For reals.