The last week or so has seemed to bring a myriad of small problems; our tire disintegrating on the way home, our other cell phone breaking, David’s slow healing from a small surgery in Kampala, my foot pus-filled and infected ( I pulled my stitches out today myself and am dosing with antibiotics), our fridge on the fritz and leaking toxic fumes out into our home through the night before we woke and smelled it Fortunately we don’t have glass on our windows so there was plenty of ventilation. Now Naomi has a small fever and I am hobbling along on a painfully infected heel while David starts the new school year. Our house is wet-through from the soaking rain last night (the only downside to no glass on the windows).

We miss our team, who are almost all out of the country or at the least in the city. They will all return at the end of this week - and we’re looking forward to seeing them. In a place like this with no good hospitals or doctors with no stores to buy new cell phones, with no fire department to call for a check on air quality, no mechanics to mend broken wheel rims - team and God are what we have. Not including, of course, our wonderfully resourceful Ugandan friends who will try their best to help you fix your fridge, regardless of whether they have ever seen or heard of one before, who will offer remedies for disgusting wounds, despite a lack of medical know-how, who will prop up a car better than any jack. They are a joy to us, if also a challenge.