January 9, 2009
6:30 pm. Odin is awake happy. Paige is sort of done with her endless work, since it is Friday night. We go on the nightly garden walk near sunset time. We admire the work Patrick has done, and a new hibiscus blossom. Uno makes his nightly lawn run with big leap to mount the big stump.

6:45pm. Odin to his bath, Phil feeds cats, closes and locks the house doors. The sun is an orange ball in the haze. The rubbish smoke is thicker than in the morning. More smell in the air. Read More!

6:55 pm. NPR Marketplace podcast sounds in the kitchen. Phil is cooking mutton sausages for the pasta sauce. Odin and Paige are having bedtime routine.

7:15 pm. Deepening blue sky.

7:25 pm. I open the South African wine and keep typing my journal.

8:05 pm. Phil’s desk is in the room next to mine. He shows me a sped up video of driving through Kampala, and the photos he took in Fred’s studio today. Odin is asleep. Paige, Phil, and I have wine in the kitchen while Phil finishes cooking. We talk about the upcoming Ultimate (Frisbee) tourney.

9:00 pm. Supper was delish. The big grass basket of belated Christmas treats comes back up on the table; we eat chocolate for dessert. I clean up the dishes. Back to the computer. Now the internet will be fast/er.

10:00 pm. The nightly bugler plays a taps-like song. This comes from down the hill in a military compound of some sort. Phil hangs up my mosquito net with a bigger hook. Back at his computer he notices that David has tried to call, so I try to call David on the Skype phone, and mess around with communicating for a while. I was happy to hear his voice, but it didn’t really work well enough. Still I am not done typing up my day, yet the day is almost done. I am too tired to finish the blog tonight.

11:00 pm. I brush my teeth, crawl more carefully under my net, read two pages by LED. That’s it for today. Gratitude.