Day #213: Kameelputs, SA: Good to Go Without

What a nice day. If I had some food to eat and some of my own money, I'd be even better. This is one of those days I must take comfort in what I do have. It's good to go without. Puts things into perspective. I hope I never forget. And still people give. No repayment mentioned. No expectations. (God bless Johan's free ride!)

I can't truthfully say the remedial workshop was a complete success, but I did survive. As long as I gave them a different take. We'll see if there's any lasting impacts. I must not give up or in. I must fight the good fight.

I shouldn't be so fat if I can barely eat. Figure that one out.

Laura hasn't called today. I'm concerned,but I know God's got her.

Five hours later my water boils. Good God. What's a girl gotta do for a dinner of some noodles and rice? I dig this weather. No hotter, please. Dale in ten days. I'm so nervous. Help the mineworkers, Jesus. They need smart, fair negotiations for the work they put in. I know, I know, I'm random. Had a dream that Dale didn't want me to touch him anywhere. I was so hurt. Is this foreshadowing?