A lovely young lady named Esther
Had a beau that would constantly pester
She had thrice told him leave
But he would not conceive
His advances would never arrest her

It's almost 6:00 and I've been up for a while. I don't know if I can go back to bed or not, but I do know that I'm going to request a coffee run on the way out of town.

I haven't slept well tonight or any of the night's we've been here. My nose is very stuffy and my throat hurts. I don't know if it's a cold or some allergy, but I know it's no fun trying to sleep.

Ivan woke me up earlier. He and the other boys are sleeping in the motorhome with Grandpa. They love sleeping out there, but Ivan must have had a bad dream because he started crying loudly and I could hear it from inside the house. I ran out there and was able to comfort him pretty quickly. Then he got me up because he had to go to the bathroom...twice. So...I just stayed up. I felt very awake and didn't want to fight with my nose over which side of my face I should breath out of. When I'm sitting up I can breathe easier.

I will end this post here because though I'm awake, I don't feel like I can accurately describe the events of the past couple of days well enough. I want to write something for Kristy, since she couldn't be at Reubmummy's funeral and give her a good idea of the crowd and the fun she missed sitting with kids on backless wooden benches in a pole barn for nearly two hours while a man she doesn't know preached in a language she couldn't understand about who knows what. Wait a minute...which one of us is in a foreign country? Oh...there is much more to share. If my eyes could snap pictures I would have you all in stitches.