Biked in to the post office today. While in Ouaga I couldn't get any photos up from Paris, and when I stopped on the side of the road to take a picture this morning of the countryside my battery died. I think this could mean that a career in photography, even developing them in HEB, isn't in my future. Talked with Dad on the phone last night until my phone died, and come to think of it the left headphone for my iPod fell apart and I now only have the right one; not that it matters since the iPod's battery died this morning as well. What is the word, Luddite? I think that might be someone that dislikes technology. If so it doesn't work for me: I love technology, it just doesn't love me. My dad will probably put pictures up on the TV while I'm home at Christmas, so just come over then and watch. As far as things back here in village? Last night was nice and quiet, interrupted only by the hesitant knocking of rain on the tin roof. Thank God I dropped and broke my radio a while ago or I would have missed it.
All my best, Clay
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