A few minutes to “Missionary Midnight” which of course means 9 pm . . . . .It’s the end of a VERY long day. We sit with the Clarks around our dining table enjoying fried chicken strips, deviled eggs, twice baked potatoes and brownies and slowly reviving. My soul has melted down to the point of numbness this week. Good food is a start to healing.

Laughter is even better . . . as a rat runs by we all grab sticks, brooms and racquets. Screams, jumping on chairs, falling furniture and two dead rats ensue within the next half hour. Much Much laughter. This is the equivalent of the movie theatre in Bundibugyo. Standing on the back of the sofa screaming as rats run by with John Clark in hot pursuit.

I doubt it gets much better than this.