October 22nd, 2013

Paul Neyron rose 2


I went to bed at two-something a.m. and woke at noon.  I was doing relatively better for a while there.

I went to the podiatrist.  My feet were the same as they had been a couple of months ago.

Mom and I went out at night to a women’s church group at the church Mom and Dad attend.  The speaker was a young woman, K., who had served twenty-seven months in the Peace Corps in Burkina Faso.  She gave an interesting talk.  K. had gone into a Francophone country not speaking any French.  She taught in a high school there.  One project she was involved with was education about HIV/AIDS.