• books i have read thus far on the race that are not the holy bible or a daily devotional:  the return of the prodigal son, the wounded healer (both by Henri Nouwen), the irrestible revolution (Shane Claiborne), the shack (William Young), outliers (Malcolm Gladwell), traveling mercies (Anne Lamott), pride and prejudice (for the second time, by jane austen), redeeming love (Francine Rivers), and fireproof (Alex and Stephen Kendrick).  when ben and i were on the same team, i got to read time magazine (and once, the economist) every now and then.
  • i like sarongs as long as they stay secure around my waist.  today this particular garment hasn’t been cooperative.
  • i forecast that i will spend at least a month looking through all the eleventy bajillion photos i’ve taken/uploaded after the race.
  • confession:  being in china threw me off my postcard schedule, so i ended up buying most of my africa postcards in kenya and i’ll probably won’t mail them until we get to nairobi during the beginning of march.  fortunately, it should get to you within a week – says brenda, who sent some not too long ago.
  • my days as a packrat are over.
  • confession:  i am still not used to my haircut.
  • i miss washing machines and dryers.  a lot.
  • i need to make myself a t-shirt that says, “i am not chinese” in the front, and “i am not japanese” in the back.
  • i just saw a photo of me on facebook that brenda took and i have resolved that i will ship home the lovely muu-muu i received as a gift in kampala to lighten my load as soon as i arrive in nairobi.  it has done well in hiding my africa belly, and maybe someday i will wear it as a maternity dress. . .
  • i wonder why they don’t sell passion fruit, citrus, or black currant fanta back home.  or bitter lemon krest.  or mango mirinda.  sad.