So Rebecca left on Tuesday to begin her trek towards The Gambia. This is her second stint with the Peace Corps, her first was in Namibia, Africa. She will be sorely missed! I'm hoping to sometime visit her, maybe to use my first chunk of vacation days that I get, to make a trip there, or else later. I'm very jealous of her experiences there, but we all have the work we feel we're called to. Someday I will either learn to live with that yearning, or I'll have succumbed to it and be there!
Friday during the day I had very little planned for the evening. I expected to go to the Havard's to jog with Robert-Michael and make some final arrangements for dog-sitting for them. I also made some last-minute plans to briefly join a group of friend's celebrating Allison's birthday, who I've gotten to know recently through a Lenten faith-sharing group. They intended to continue the celebrations later into the evening watching basketball, but I had a number of missed calls from Charles, so I ducked out halfway through. I'm also not much of a March Madness fan, which I know is blasphemy. :) Charles is a neighbor of mine with no steady employment who bikes around the neighborhood and near Notre Dame asking people for money and collecting cans and any scrap items he can recycle or pawn. When I first met him, he readily accepted prayers from me and a few friends, and told us how important smiling is as we parted ways. I've never given him money in the num