I’m home.
But I’m so unbelievably tired right now.
I wrote two semi-finished entries while I was spending a (tremendously painful) 24 hours at the London Heathrow airport, so I’ll post them later.
But right now, I’m so spent, man. I’m going to see if I can grab some snooze and hopefully wake up in the middle of the night. Still have to head to the University tomorrow to meet with the boss.
Going back to Ottawa tomorrow. Will be back on the 17th. Have many stories to tell. Sent a billion postcards yesterday. Not looking forward to spending the night at the airport in London. Miss you all, but can’t write.
Sorry, out of shillings.
To: Phil
From: Dave
Date: Yesterday
Subject: Your post on camels
[Phil,] if you could manage to snap a picture of yourself holding a camel in a chokehold whilst surrounded by a group of cheering African children in loincloths (spears optional), I would forever in your debt.
- dave
As most of you know, I do enjoy Potter-Mania.
Well, I managed to find another volunteer who would come to a midnight showing of Harry Potter: The Order of the Phoenix with me today. I can’t believe I’m going to be watching Harry Potter at midnight in Kenya.
And seeing how we’re 7 hours ahead of you guys back home in Ottawa, that just shows how hardcore we are.
“It’ll be me, you, and Hermione,” my friend says.
Yeah, baby.
Spooky.
There’s a rather unfortunate matter I need to write about.
I promised quite a few of you some love mail while I was away in Kenya: postcards, letters, a baby giraffe, whatever.
Unfortunately last week, I managed to — I think — sprain my right wrist. It was an injury I had coming for a while and for a year, I’ve been feeling some pain and discomfort at the gym.
It was seriously buggered for a few days when I couldn’t move my wrist (sleeping was also painful), but it’s been getting better. Slowly. Which is why I’ve held out on running to the local (excuse for a) hospital.
At this point, I can do small things with my wrist. I can, for example, scratch my nose pretty well. I can also hold a teaspoon provided it’s filled with, say, whipped cream. Writing is still a bit painful (and so I’m reduced to typing with my left hand like an idiot).
Right.
But I really had my heart set on writing some long, extended, and undoubtedly drawn-out letters for some of you. But with my wrist as it is, any prolonged letter would end up looking like it was written by a 10 year old brat with bad penmanship, instead of, well, my usual scrawl.
What this means is that for the small subset of you for whom I was planning an extended letter — you’ll be getting your stuff when I get back to Canada. And since I’m such a cool guy, I’ll sprinkle an assortment of Kenyan souvenirs and trinkets with your package. This applies to three blog owners (in Hampshire, Ohio, and Oregon), and three friends back home in Ottawa (D.H., N.P., and D.B. — sorry fellas).
The rest of you will be getting an attractive postcard filled with my usual wit and sarcasm — which will be going out to the Post Office tomorrow.
