Cold

It’s averaging 90+ here and I have a cold, a bad one. How on earth does this happen? Nothing brings accessibility of tissues to the forefront of my mind like being sick and being here. I used up an entire roll of toilette paper (I am now out and have been regretting it for the past few hours) and am constantly sneezing. It’s a good thing that using your hand is socially acceptable here. Not that I enjoy shooting snotballs into my chalky/dirty hands, but being able to quick rinse with water is making for a decent renewable alternative. It still doesn’t help with the other use for the toilette paper, and no don’t let your mind wander. I am too cunning for that. The bishop who is staying on the other side of the cloister has a personal bathroom that is constantly stocked, booyah! Since we are on the topic I saw a 3 year-old wipe his derriere with a stick the other day – manly men doing manly things anyone? But yeah this cold sucks. As I am writing this I am remembering that I missed a wedding and a worldwide harvest festival today. On the upside, I was the only person in the monastery, which was nice in a way for a little while especially the times when the bell would normally be clanging endlessly. After this trip I think I will have had enough sit alone and think time to last me for the next decade.