Karen is better today, although the headaches linger, and I am still without energy. Not to minimize the effects of malaria, but we are suffering what every member of our staff has suffered, as well as every member of their families--with several deaths. Shaban's baby boy was hospitalized three days this week with malaria. It is highly unlikely that it would ever be fatal for Karen or I, but for young children, pregnant mothers, and other higher risk folks, it is all too often fatal. It makes us more understanding and caring for those around us here, and we are seen to be more a part of the community as a result.
The government folks came today and met with the church ladies and John carried the ball for us. Juliana was not happy with how many cookies the church ladies ate, but then she is always protective of us--and what can you do. Karen and I realized today that we leave for Arusha in two weeks, and we have a lot to do to get ready. Oh, John is teaching a class in money management for the staff who want to participate (all but Samson), and they are very excited about it. This was John's idea, and he bought the notebooks and pens for them with his money. Change comes in small amounts sometimes, but it can make a big difference.