Cold

I woke up this morning and I was truly cold. I thought of how I must really be a wimp after all these years of living in Sub-Saharan Africa. How my body had changed because of all the heat and how Julie and Heidi must have though us funny when we were in fleeces and they were in shorts and T-shirts walking around town.

Then Jenny looked at the temperature. 38 degrees! And with cement walls and no heating in the house this is bone chilling cold. This is the coldest it has been in Mozambique since we got here. I went to church wearing double socks and flannel pajamas underneath my pants.