Today is cold, no surprise there. The high will be 26°. Where did I put that sunscreen says I playfully? The low will be in the teens. Sunny was the forecast, but the sun has yet to make an appearance. Days like this get tiresome, energy sapping.

Yesterday I was feeling nostalgic. I went through what we call the mug book, a booklet given to us by Peace Corp. It was an introduction to my training group with a picture of each of us and a brief bio. I counted how many of us there were. I know one person accepted the invitation to Ghana later so he missed the book, but I counted him. That made it at least 130 trainees. I read the bios yesterday. The oldest of us was 35, the youngest 19, but most of us were 21 or 22. Many had worked on farms during the summers. Science majors outnumbered the English, social studies and humanity majors. We all came from a variety of states. Some graduated from big time colleges but more of us went to small schools, mostly unknown schools. I remembered many but a few I swear I never saw. I remember one trainee leaving after the first two weeks. One volunteer died during our second year in a motorcycle accident. He was on my bus, standing in the back, on the way to the airport to leave for Ghana. I don’t know about most of the volunteers I had served with. I wish we all had stayed in touch.

This is a slow week for me. I have no events and no meet-ups, just the usual, uke practice and a lesson. I have started taking Christmas down and have two rooms worth of decorations on the kitchen counter. I need to haul boxes. I need incentive, maybe a Snickers bar as a reward. That would get me moving.

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