Sleep would not stay with me this evening, so I am up and brewing coffee earlier than usual. My mind is mixing up ideas for these kids at the orphanage. I went to bed before Emily returned from her cow and chicken shopping expedition with Adams and Alitia, so I am itchy to learn how it went. I’ve naturally shifted back to the habits of getting my personal projects completed during the precious hours that Kira sleeps. When she is awake I don’t turn on my computer, pick up a book or pull out the knitting needles. Those days are long gone. I have learned to give her a bath while I get the laundry soaking in a tub behind her. I can heat the water on the stove for laundry while she’s taking a bottle. I can hang clothes on the balcony line outside my room while she plays with her toys. When she’s really fussy a walk in her stroller solves every problem. She pops her finger in her mouth and watches the movie of life on the streets in Kampala move before her. She loves it. I am entertained by how often the younger people are amused by the sight of a mzungu with one of their babies. My privacy in public will forever be gone. I better get used to it. I’m going to use this time to load photos so you can enjoy the children at the orphanage as much as we do.