Thursday February 28th

I think I am slowly losing my ability to stay up past the hour of 11 pm and function properly the next day. When I think about the fact that last semester it was a very rare occasion if I got to bed before one in the morning, I wonder how I did it. It is now ten minutes to eleven and I am really fighting sleep. Once the sun goes down, it is not long until you call it a day.

With Friday right around the corner, and even more strangely the month of March coming on Saturday, I truly wonder, 'Where has time gone?' The reality that I will be going home in a little more than 2 months is rather startling, given the fact that I have no clue where the first 2 months went.

Training with the office cleaning staff has been going so much better, I am just amazed. Today, the translator did not show up, so the training was difficult at times because my Lugandan is practically non-existent, but it was one of the best sessions yet. I did know the word for "plastic bag" and people were very impressed. I was pretty proud of myself.

This evening, I went to the family group that I have been associated with and ended up leading the family devotions. I was the only adult there and I was just a little bit intimidated. I don't know why I was, because I have dealt with that age of children before. When it was time for me to start, the only thing I could say was "well, the pressure is on." Sometimes I find myself being so muzungu, I would like to have the ability to rewind and start again. After I gave up trying to explain what I meant by "the pressure is on," I started devotions.

After devotions, the children and I ate posho (I don't know the exact spelling of this one, but posho is maize flour that is prepared in a way so that it resembles mashed potatoes, but oh my it doesn't taste like mashed potatoes. It tastes like nothing) and beans. I tried my best to be Ugandan so I ate with my hands and surprisingly, I have improved since my traditional meal. But I have to say that the fork is one of greatest inventions of all time.

My eyes are still open and it is now almost eleven thirty, I think my ability to stay up is there but slowly diminishing. Since it took me 40 minutes to write this measly little blog, my brain function at late hours is still being evaluated.