Day #194: Kameelputs, SA: The Usual

Traleathea and I spent five hours too long on washing clothes. It was a son of a bitch-no joke. I hate my hot plate. Five thousand years later it heats the water for my bath. Geesh.

No other complaints. I'm in high spirits. I really do adore Traleathea's presence. Just makes things here more fun and sweet. I'm pleased that Ray wrote me. I'm worried about his health and safety, but worrying is fruitless, so I'll leave it in God's hands where it always belongs.