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.